You lady will press this button.
If you want context for that you get none. None at all and are left for forever wonder what I mean by that.
Also this is my art book for the few souls who will notice it... that is if the people have souls... Hmmm..
Well, the title pretty much says it. I had been in Germany for like ten days. Yet for all of those days, I had been sick! First with a stupid German stomach flu, then the actual flu! Yaaay. I have a few funny stories from Germany as well... that mainly involve my Grandpa. So I'll just write those out before I post the actual pictures. Also, just a note, my grandpa doesn't speak good English, as his native language is Romanian. So, yeah.
Okay, the first story involves bread and meat stores. My grandpa looooves to eat. So, while him, my grandma, and I were walking in a downtown, every. Single. Freaking. Bread. Or. Meat. Store we passed by, my grandpa walked into. And normally came out with like a whole freaking bread loaf or salami thing. And now that we're back home, the only thing my grandpa misses is the bread and salami. *sigh* Another story with my grandpa involves him "disappearing." So, my grandpa had originally stopped to look in the window of a bread store. Yet then he started to follow my grandma and I. So, we walked by an arch way that led to a fountain and a hotel. While my grandma and I were walking, we thought that my grandpa had been following. But no, when I turned around to make sure he was, he had disappeared! So I waited for him. When he didn't show up, my grandma and I walked around a small bit. We still didn't see him. Finally, about after half a freaking hour, I checked in the place past the archway we had walked by. Since my grandma checked it earlier, we didn't think my grandpa would be there. Yet no, when I looked for him there, there he was! The disappearing grandpa had reappeared. Apparently he had been in the bathroom the whole time .-. So, the last story also involves my grandpa. Because that guy just... I don't know. Makes funny stories. This also happened on the same day as those last two stories. When my grandpa, grandma, and I were going onto the bus going back to my hotel, for some reason my grandpa said, "bambino," to the bus driver- after saying that he could speak in many languages which my grandpa can not do. He really can't. But after my grandpa said bambino, the WHOLE bus started saying it. The whole thing, practically! And I was just sitting there, hoping that the bus would get to my hotel quickly. It was pretty... ehm, interesting.
Well, anyways, that's the last of the stories, so here are the photos. I don't have all of them that I took, since some of them were in my mom's phone.
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The first plane
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