A beautiful day.
Germany – and generally all of the middle of Europe – isn’t blessed with the kind of weather that would make you want to sing (unless you’re a Gene Kelly fan). As someone who chooses to live here with the Hers, I’m trying to come to terms with that.
But what I’m much less willing to accept is people’s general willingness to accept anything less than a downpour as a fine weather. Here’s a rundown of a general pre-vacation conversation:
Me: We’re headed to the North Sea for 10 days.
Friend: Hopefully you’ll have nice weather.
Me: Hope so. I want to work on my tan while Her2 plays in the mud.
Friend: As long as it doesn’t rain too much it’ll be great.
Really, not too much rain is the best I can ask for? Demanding the best and complaining about anything less has been raised the an art form here, let’s not be so blindly accepting of horrible weather – and let’s certainly not lie about it.
A dry day, in and of itself, is not a beautiful day, and it’s time to stop settling.
P.S.
Nice job, Lena.
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