Day 12
Woke up in: Cologne
Worked in: Hamburg
Went to bed in: Hamburg
Traveling can either bring out the similiarities or differences in our culture with others.
A lot of that depends on your perspective, I guess.
A Californian I recently interviewed couldn't find a similarity between home and Germany, while I've been struck with how much the German countryside I see speeding past my train windows reminds me of New England, where I grew up.
I tend to focus on the similarities between myself and the Germans I observe and perhaps can't communicate with properly.
The differences are things I laugh at, like the depenser in every hotel shower that claims to wash "the body, the face and the hair."
Talk about all purpose.
If you've never been to a soccer match in Europe, one of the biggest differences you'd notice that you'd never spot on televison comes from a source of much consternation for the American sports fan - the lines for the bathrooms and consession stands.
There are none.
Between kickoff and the end of each half, the concourses are an abandoned building.
Every seat has a rear and a trip to grab a bratwurst is considered tempting fate.
There's nothing worse than attending a match and missing a goal.
"The place is deserted," one American fan remarked at the opening match in Munich. "Even the police are focused on the game.
"There could be a capital crime out here and no one would notice."
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