Dwindling Days and Nutty Tides
Well, guess I am going to be back in the USA in less than a week (this is the part where I suppress all the feelings!) Of course, I am still bumbling around, unable to fully comprehend that fact. So for the time being, let's embrace that unawareness and move right along (all that emotion is being avoided for another blog post. A storms a comin'.)
OK LET'S TALK ABOUT THE BEACH! Last Thursday, I went with my host family to the Nordsee, which is a place where all the Germans go if they can't book a flight to Mallorca, or have had enough of the Ostsee.
At first, everything looks perfectly normal. You got your water, your sand, your sunburned Grannies. But soon, one can't help but notice that all of the water has suddenly disappeared, leaving a Sahara-like hopelessness in its wake. One accepts that they have gone mad. But do not fret! The Northsee is just being its fussy self, drastically rotating tides every 6 hours. Yes, this means that if you lose track of time on your sandy morning run, you might spend the afternoon under the sea. And yes, I am pretty sure the Nordsee would be entirely banned in the US for safety purposes. But what's a beach day without an element of life or death suspense?
BYE BYE OCEAN! |
Typical North German "Strandkörbe"...literally translates to Beach Baskets.
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