Aachen (Germany) - July (continued)
On my second weekend in Germany, Silke and I went to stay with her parents near Frankfurt. On the Saturday afternoon, I joined Silke’s mother and their gorgeous border collie on a walk.The path led directly from their house past fields and meadows bathed in warm sun. After about half an hour, we came to a sparkling lake where a fisherman sat.
On my second weekend in Germany, Silke and I went to stay with her parents near Frankfurt. On the Saturday afternoon, I joined Silke’s mother and their gorgeous border collie on a walk.The path led directly from their house past fields and meadows bathed in warm sun. After about half an hour, we came to a sparkling lake where a fisherman sat.
“Found anything?” Silke’s
mum asked brightly.
“I just caught this
actually,” replied the fisherman holding up a foot long eel. “Do you want it?”
I was slightly horrified
but Silke’s mum appeared delighted. The fisherman slit the eel’s throat and
placed it in a plastic bag. I spent the rest of the walk next to a woman gaily
swinging an eel-filled plastic bag which was slowly filling up with blood.
I sat at dinner that
evening valiantly working my way through a rather unusual tasting pie when
Silke’s mother said, “you know that eel we were given today?...”
“Uh oh!” I thought as it
dawned on me what I was eating. The adventurers amongst you, I’m sure, relish
the prospect of trying new exciting foods. This stick-in-the-mud, however, is
much happier keeping to what she knows and likes. I’m only glad that I
discovered the contents of the pie when I had almost finished eating my slice. And no, I didn't want any more thank you!
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