A crash course on how to survive dining out in Germany

  When you sit down at a restaurant here in Germany, one that is not even particularly busy, it is your job to wave down a server and ask for menus. Don’t be fooled, contrary to popular belief, that actually is a lot to ask of a German server, so don’t be surprised if you… Continue reading A crash course on how to survive dining out in Germany

The #1 Reason the German Language Makes Me Want to Cry

It is no secret that die, der, or das is an important aspect of German vocabulary. Simply translated it means, “the.” But the German language never agreed to be simple. Each noun, depending on its gender, carries the corresponding article with it. I was told in the beginning that it is important to always learn… Continue reading The #1 Reason the German Language Makes Me Want to Cry

Motorcycle Misadventures, Episode 1

I was broken down, my motorcycle wouldn’t run. We were stranded. Less than a kilometer from home. I knew it was less than a kilometer because we were in front of a shopping center I frequently walk to. Our trip was over before it even began. All the hard work, sacrifices and preparations we had… Continue reading Motorcycle Misadventures, Episode 1

An Idiot Abroad

Living (or even just traveling) abroad is sure to bring out the ignorant idiot in all of us. When that somewhere new comes with a foreign language the confusion compounds. This combination has sure brought my clueless, airhead tendencies to surface a time or two. But that’s not much of an accomplishment; my blooper-reel is… Continue reading An Idiot Abroad

…and that’s why Canada is a second-world country

“Good morning, this is Captain Dave Lemmons on board the tug vessel Itinerante. Calling to check into immigration and boarder control. Yes, that is correct. We arrived into Toronto Harbor this morning, from the Erie Canal.” I stood on the bridge, half asleep, overhearing the conversation and awaiting the next orders. The early morning chill… Continue reading …and that’s why Canada is a second-world country

A Chevy Chase Style Christmas Tree Story

Every year, around July, I remember it. I laugh to myself. Probably out loud, in front of other people, at a really inappropriate time. That sounds like something I would do. I want so badly to read it, have a good laugh. But I don’t. I wait. It is a self-imposed Christmas tradition. And it… Continue reading A Chevy Chase Style Christmas Tree Story