Day 8: I can sleep!

Since I worked until forever (literally, forever) on Sunday and Monday, yesterday was the first chance we really had to get anything done. The first thing on the agenda was sleeping or, more accurately, making sleep possible.
What is the deal with the pillows in Germany? They are ridiculously flat and droopy - like someone took 3/4 of the stuffing out and used it for some other project.
With even a little weight applied, my pillow collapses like a marshmallow. When you put your head on it, the part under your head sinks to the level of the mattress. So I spend all night mushing the pillow into a shape that might be capable of supporting my (admittedly) large brain, and it still doesn't work.

    Exhibit A

Normally, this isn't much of an issue when I'm here. I just pull out every other pillow and fold up the unused comforter and make a new pillow scenario. Unfortunately, those resources aren't available anymore as David has decided he actually wants to use his pillow and comforter (hummph).
So, yesterday, we decided to make a 4 euro investment in ourselves and trekked to IKEA to procure all new pillows.
Heaven.

I should mention that IKEA is about 10 minutes away, so it wasn't much of a trek. And it wasn't very painful because I'm me, and I really love IKEA. We ate there too. We did the "IKEA loop" and jealously looked at all the things they have here that we don't have at home. It was all very enlightening and fun.

Then, I acquiesced and unpacked all our belongings in a civilized, organized way. When our closets are organized my world is right, but I was hesitant to do this because we're "moving" in a few days. Dave pointed out that we should try to participate in living even if we're moving and I agreed, so we unpacked. A place for everything....

Finally, we made an actual dinner in our "kitchen." We went to the market (if this sounds like a daily event, that's because it is) and obtained the goods to make pasta. (If you're keeping track, we remembered the coin for the cart and forgot the bag) We figured almost everything out except this:

   "Crazy Salt" Really?

I asked around and it turns out that Crazy Salt includes a little pepper. Now, that should tell you something if Germans think that's crazy. They really know how to go nuts around here.

So, I made pasta. It was a little salty, but this was completely unrelated to the crazy salt. It was a little ick, but really just a little. For the most part, everything was very good.

   Dinner!

And so it goes....

This weekend we're going to Strasbourg, France.
I'll keep you posted. (Get it? Posted?)