No, Dick's bag wasn't there. So we called the police and the Kundenzentrum. Guess what, everything is closed on Sunday. Not the police, of course, but their staff is greatly reduced. Big surprise. So when Dick is through blabbing today to those kids at the Gymnasium, he and Ursula will have to go back to Kreiensen.
Oh yes, another shocker. Ursula had us get out of the train at Kreiensen. We assumed Hoexter was so small that no railroad station existed. Imagine our surprise, when we stepped out of our hotel and there was the train bouncing into the station across the street. So I asked why we were sent to Kreiensen. Wouldn't it have been easier for us to walk across the street, settle into our room before the evening started.
No. It was easier for Ursula to pick us up in Kreiensen in order to have coffee and cake at her house. Very sweet really. However she has paid dearly, since she has to take Dick back and forth to Kreiensen in search of the bag. In any case we will be returning with a train from across the street.
The long trip back and forth to Kreiensen made us late for the first night's dinner. Herr Schuldirektor Gross was forced to wait for an hour until they returned. It was a beautiful night, so he wasn't too irritated. However, the Germans think being on time is next to cleanliness which is next godliness and being on time means being five minutes or ten minutes early.
The Germans never know when you're joking, and when someone reacts with horror at a comment I make I
only get worse. Sorry, it is a flaw in my otherwise perfect? character.
Ursula and Herr Gross
When we arrived in our hotel room, my first reaction was how absolutely perfectly clean the room was. The duvets would put new fallen snow to shame, and every surface sparkled like a creek in the early morning sun. Everything shone in the bathroom and one could see his image in the tiles.
When Ursula asked me how we liked the room, I said, "It's okay, but it was a bit dirty." The look on her and Grosses faces, you can imagine. I laughed and told them I was kidding, that the room was perfect.
We had a great meal and laughed the whole evening. A good ending to a bad start.
Oh yes, another shocker. Ursula had us get out of the train at Kreiensen. We assumed Hoexter was so small that no railroad station existed. Imagine our surprise, when we stepped out of our hotel and there was the train bouncing into the station across the street. So I asked why we were sent to Kreiensen. Wouldn't it have been easier for us to walk across the street, settle into our room before the evening started.
No. It was easier for Ursula to pick us up in Kreiensen in order to have coffee and cake at her house. Very sweet really. However she has paid dearly, since she has to take Dick back and forth to Kreiensen in search of the bag. In any case we will be returning with a train from across the street.
The long trip back and forth to Kreiensen made us late for the first night's dinner. Herr Schuldirektor Gross was forced to wait for an hour until they returned. It was a beautiful night, so he wasn't too irritated. However, the Germans think being on time is next to cleanliness which is next godliness and being on time means being five minutes or ten minutes early.
The Germans never know when you're joking, and when someone reacts with horror at a comment I make I
only get worse. Sorry, it is a flaw in my otherwise perfect? character.
When we arrived in our hotel room, my first reaction was how absolutely perfectly clean the room was. The duvets would put new fallen snow to shame, and every surface sparkled like a creek in the early morning sun. Everything shone in the bathroom and one could see his image in the tiles.
When Ursula asked me how we liked the room, I said, "It's okay, but it was a bit dirty." The look on her and Grosses faces, you can imagine. I laughed and told them I was kidding, that the room was perfect.
We had a great meal and laughed the whole evening. A good ending to a bad start.
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