Sunday Evening
We did end up sleeping for about 4 hours in the afternoon. We just couldn’t take it any more. Being up for 24 hours on only 3 hours of sleep is too much.
When we woke up we decided we needed to try and find the gas station were the guy showed us how to get gas because they had food in there too. On Sundays nothing is open except restaurants and, apparently, the gas station. We looped around a few times before we figured out where it was, but we did eventually find it. The selection was pretty slim, made slimmer by the fact we couldn’t really read anything and only wanted to guess so much since we knew we would get to a grocery store on Monday night after Zach gets home from work.
We gathered our items and they didn’t give us a receipt automatically. I hadn’t thought to memorize “I need a receipt”, so we just gathered our stuff and left. (they didn’t put it in a bag either)
Went back to the hotel and went to find some supper. The hotel restaurant was closed by then, but a little shop near it was crowded with 20-somethings, which is a good sign that it is not too expensive and tastes decent. It was a good guess. Ordering was interesting though. I did discover why so many people who visit the US order pizza…it was the only thing that we could decipher easily. We couldn’t tell what the toppings were mostly, but “Pizza Italiana” looked like a good bet for Zach, and “Pizza Margaritta” is a good guess for me. We assumed the Italiana one had onions, but were wrong. Not only did it not have onions on it, but it was wonderful. I was expecting a white sauce pizza with tomato slices on it because that is what it is in our area. It was a cheese pizza. It was good too. They didn’t have a lot of sauce on it, which was great for us since I didn’t know how to say “light sauce”.
The main hitch was that we assumed by the low price (5 Euros) that it was a tiny, personal size pizza so we each ordered one. This is what came:
At the end of the meal we obviously needed to take home the leftovers. We used our little phrase books and found “I need a bag”. However, after saying it about 5 times to the guy and having that “what the heck?” look on his face, we handed him the book and pointed out the phrase to him. He was still confused as heck and after reading it a few times, tentitely reached for a plastic bag and we said yes. So, we stacked our pizza in a plastic grocery bag. lol. Looked wierd, but it was close enough. It was better than carrying it back to our room in our hands, which we would have done because it was delicious and worth the embarrasement. After that, we were afraid to try and ask for a receipt. lol
With the pizza, we also got a Coke. The cans were really tall and skinny.
When we got home we finally were able to talk to the kids and my folks via the webcam. Zora was excited. Zane seemed annoyed, probably because he wanted the computer back to play a game. Mom said they were doing well and had been wanting pancakes and waffles. lol. Everybody looked good, which was a relief.
We flipped through the channels on the tv in the evening. It was weird to see NCIS and CSI charaters in different voices with German accents. There was a dubbed Brad Pitt movie on too. We ended up watching the Olympics, eventually with the sound turned off because the sound didn’t matter and it was so quiet it felt wrong to have the tv going.
