After walking around the Dom a bit, we went into the train station and made our purchases, had a leisurely lunch in a sunny square, full with tables and people enjoying the weather, and headed over to the movie theater. By August 31, they had not yet dubbed The Dark Knight into German and so we were able to watch the original version in English. Jaimey and I share a deep dislike of dubbing – no matter what languages are involved, it looks stupid.
After the movie, I cajoled Jaimey into having a big German meal with me. Despite being a German professor and his several years of living in Germany, he rarely eats German food. But I think it’s growing on him after my many years of prodding and conniving. After such meals, especially when accompanied by tasty Kölsch beers, it’s easy to agree Germany is simply a better country than the US. Although I think we agree on this point when hungry as well. Of course, since Jaimey likes places called "Crazy Chicken Grill," it's hard to take him too seriously. Vikas, we were wondering why it's called that . . .
Slowly we returned to Luciano as storm clouds began brewing on the horizon. On the autobahn the hail began to fall so hard the traffic completely stopped. Many cars took refuge under trees or bridges. When we got back to Jaimey’s apartment we could barely stay awake to hear more analysis of Palin’s appointment as running mate on Jaimey’s CNN.
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