I always want to know the bad first.... :)
I now understand the harsh reality of wearing heels on cobblestone. I could have donated half of my luggage weight if I only knew that heels, even 1" ones, are ankle breakers on these sidewalks! Anyone want to trade me many 3" heels for ballet flats?? This also means I will require one expensive trip to the tailor for shorten hems. Maybe I'll get those "Style Snaps" I saw on late night TV....
So unto the good news! I learned today that "satt" is the word to be full or satisfied in terms of food, but there isn't a word in the German language to say you are full or done drinking! There are three words I know so far for hangover.
Going to the Turkish market tomorrow with friends from school. Supposedly the cheapest vegetables and best baklava in town. I shall be the judge of that. Then Joern and I are out on the town to some place called the Russian Casino Room. Maybe I can wear a pair of heels for a few hours then... or break my other leg. Stay tuned.
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