A temporary change of address

We have met before; twice now. And both times you have held me, partially. Perhaps, this time, since I am spending a lot more time with you, things could be different. Judging you within the confines of my hotel room was always much too easy and terribly wrong. Living with you will involve buying milk, finding a local bank and starting a new work routine. It all changes now. I am told that at supermarkets I will be required to carry my own shopping bag or pay for each plastic bag as onlookers will nod in disapproval. Gas will cost twice as much and my apartment is likely to be half in size. The currency will keep my capitalistic ambitions humble and the language will keep me constantly lost in translation. But there are facets that I look forward to. Let start with manual transmissions shifting on curved Black forest back roads. Add a healthy dosage of altitude changes; Beer made for the gods; the original black forest cake; Mountain top castles and charming sense of stiffness and discipline. I shall train my tongue to call the s’s as ‘zees’ and try my best to manage your quaint customs. Be warned though, I am also likely to leave you at the drop of a hat for the countries that neighbor you. Frankly, I am excited about our summer affair. We might not end up together but let us hope our memories are substantial enough to be discussed with my future living domains. After all, we all are hoping to be remembered; with or without the pictures.