America and back!

For the past two weeks, I have been reconnecting with family, friends, and America on a lovely trip back for Tyler and Ricky's wedding. Even after just one month, I have definitely become accustomed to German ways. I felt as if the police were after me after idling the car on a hot summer day for more than 30 seconds, talking on the phone while driving, and not sorting my trash. Aside from that, being with old friends, reading everything in my own language, hanging out at the lake, and WalMart - yuuuup - were legitimately missed. Oh and I have yet to see a rainbow this spectacular in Deutschland!

Of course, there are MANY consistencies. This was highlighted on my trip back when I was abruptly awaken by some 7-8 year old boys on the train. Though I could not understand their words, by the humping and spanking gestures combined with the moaning, I knew what they meant. Apparently little boys are perverts across the globe. The only difference with my German encounter? The mother was watching and gave them a high-five when they returned to their seat. I'm praying it was actually the babysitter, otherwise I do not want to be here for those children to grow up.

Another surprise similarity I encountered today at the Commissary (military grocery store) was a stand advertising "Free Ice Cream." Turns out...drumroll please... BLUEBELL has made its way to Germany! My oh-so-thoughtful husband had found a gallon and had it waiting for me yesterday, but I thought for sure it was a one-gallon fluke that was actually intended to ship to Fort Hood. Wrong. Now the entire military community in Germany can experience the greatness that is Bluebell Homemade Ice Cream. If you have never tried Bluebell and you are state-side, shame on you. Please go to the grocery store and "Have yourself a Bluebell Country Day."