- there's a starbucks on every corner. some are spaced only four doors apart. i initially promised myself that i wouldn't enter one and stick to eurotrash coffee, but i'll confess that i've begun to frequent the one by my office. it's almost the same exact menu as the one in the states, frapaccinos and all.
- to be filed under "it's the little things that count," no toilet seat covers exist here. i'm always worried when i enter a public restroom that i'm going to catch crabs, so i have to do that little balancing dance or lay TP over the seat.
- anything low fat is called "skinny," so i've begun to say things like, "i'll have a skinny medium latte for take away (to go)."
i edited my first VOA piece today that actually got on the air. all about the earthquake in Algeria. if i can figure out how to make hyperlinks within the blog i'll link to it directly. germy, if you're reading this and know how, drop me a line.
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