Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Europeans.


I have no idea what I was thinking this afternoon as I left for Brewed Awakenings with no umbrella. Thank you, weather man, for the foretelling of the rain, but I am too stubborn to listen. I raced inside as the sky cried through my wool coat, and made it just in time before the rain really hit.


I walked inside, and got a regular sized coffee with room for cream, and added sugar. I was shivering cold when my friend Victor walked in. We had planned to meet to study for our zoology exam tomorrow. The two of us got some strage looks as we walked into the local coffe shop that we usually always meet at to study. We soon realized there were fifteen ladies dressed all nice that were sitting at a table talking in a circle. I swear, the feminist group of Deer Park was there having a meeting. There was one other guy in the place with his European style hat and a laptop on the table.


I want to focus on this guy. Victor and I were having a somewhat intellectual conversation about frog parts, and he was listening in. I noticed, and it looked like he was typing notes about the topics we were disscussing. I was so confused. He went out on the porch for a cigarette, and so I followed, pretending to do the same. I made small talk with this guy of about 45 years. Ends up, he is from Norway, and had not fired a gun until the age of 38. We talked for a little bit about European culture versus American, and we were both on the same page.


This was the hilight of my day. I love meeting Europeans. I believe that I am not American at heart, but German. Atleast, some sort of European country at heart!


2 comments:

  1. You and people from different countries..I don't know how you do it...

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  2. Haha. Only you, Lauren, would find the one Norwegian in all of Deer Park. Lol I loved this phrase "as the sky cried through my wool coat". Great stuff!

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