Gemütlichkeit

My summer continued in Germany, where I spent 3 weeks for work.

I lived here



and had an office in this building.



I had to ship things that I needed for work and, of course, they were held up in customs. My German co-workers helped by taking me to Wetzlar and dealing with the customs guy while I kept a sincere I-don't-understand-a-thing look on my face. It didn't take much acting on my part - my German language skills extend to "please," "thank you," and "could I have the check, please?" Yes, I didn't even learn "how much is this yarn?" Sad, isn't it? My co-workers showed me around the older part of town after they wore down the customs guy into letting me leave...with my boxes...without paying additional money. It's a very pretty little town.





The yarn mojo continued...we passed this - a yarn shop. I couldn't tell you where in the town it is located - but there is one! Even hidden behind those items on the sidewalk I still heard the siren song of the yarn in the window.



I did stop in for a very quick visit. The owner/clerk did not speak English - again, who needs language when yarn is involved?

Luckily my co-workers did not question the need to stop for yarn. Photo of (small) purchase to come.