I have become obsessed with one phrase here..."nachte haultestelle" --pronounced neychste haulteschtella--which means next stop. I hear it whenever I ride the bus and cannot stop saying it wherever I am, and in any social situation; I get plenty of confused looks.
Also, I forgot to mention last night that we found out that there is cold milk here! Thank goodness for that.
AND, I didn't mention that we do that french kiss on the cheek thing when you say hallo to your friends. That will probably take a while to get used to.
....and I'm pretty sure that not everyone wears deodorant.
Tusch!
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