This morning, when i opened up Facebook, it was translated in French. It automatically accepts the language from it's home base wi-fi. This evening, i opened up my blog and it was all in German. We are all happily tucked into bed (except me) in Gunzberg, Germany. The claim to fame is not the tacky hotel we are occupying, but LEGOLAND; literally out in the middle of no where and i believe this hotel was built as an accomodation. Clearly, it was not graced by one of Lego's designers, but perhaps by a neighboring farm family who liked to dapple in interior decor. I sit in a room with primary lego colors and our room is fashioned with it's very own Lego picture above the bed. Anyone staying here can assume that you are stopping by the park of blocks - but presently, 5 young adults just passed me on the way out the door to smoke. Hmmm.
Germany's greeting mimics my own children's lackadasical approach to their day. No big signs to say we had crossed into another country - just a small acknowledgement as we crossed the Rhine.
American 80's music playing softly in the background, a German fellow across the way burning the midnight oil as his family sleeps upstairs, two men from Japan recently enter to a darkened lobby asking me if i run the place and can I check them in. Chocolate crossaints, crepes and baguettes earlier today and now in whole new country. I am lost in translation.
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