i walked to bakery for fresh bread and physical exertion.
i looked for berliners. in america, jelly doughnuts are disgusting, medium-sized things with cheap jelly inside of them and skin that wrinkles after only an hour or two. in deutschland, jelly doughnuts are called “berliners”, and they’re big, they’re full of very good jelly or creme filling, and they are still good after a day or two has passed.
they didn’t have any berliners that morning. they did have a pancake-like cookie/cake with golden frosting. twas labeled “amerikaner” (american).
since i am also an american, i figured i’d eat an american and snag an americano to drink.
two young men sat on my left. they talked with rapacious smiles at the two young women behind the counter.
german flirting is very different from american flirting, and it takes some conscious consideration until i can read the body language. it will be a few days before i know whether to shove myself in between the two guys and distract them for a while to help the staff, or if such a thing would bug the girls trying to talk to their boyfriends.
today, i ate an american. i drank an american. i walked home.