Word on the street was Old Town was the place to be as soon as I got to Heidelberg.
So off I went.
And I didn’t have to walk far to feel right at home.
Pretzels….yum.
But as I strolled past the shops, both quaint and chain — yes, there is a Starbucks and an H&M — a disturbing trend darkened my day.
They were all CLOSED.
Apparently my people don’t work on Sundays. Only the cafes — and a Subway, which was doing a rousing business — were open to the throngs of tourists wandering the streets.
So the teapots that tempted me will have to sit and gather dust. The leather goods store, the card shop, the art store — all missed out, yes they did. I hope their day of rest was worth the purchases that me and folks just like me would have made.
And I’m gonna tell them all exactly that…when I go back tomorrow.
Cultural confusion
Soft, warm pretzels with a side of spicy mustard.
And I’ve always attributed my taste for them to my German heritage.
But while working with some colleagues from Germany this past week, I learned a disturbing fact –
Germans don’t put mustard on their pretzels.
In fact, the big soft pretzels that we know and love are typically only served in the morning. With butter. If they do venture onto the lunch or dinner menu, they are paired with cheese or meat.
No mustard in sight.
And here I thought I was enjoying an offering from my homeland. But the majority of mustard, as it turns out, comes from Canada.
What’s that about?
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