Every summer Regensburg is home to countless festivals. This is not news. I imagine someone somewhere — probably an American and his native colleagues — is having this discussion.
|Random Coworker, Neigbor, Etc.:||“Are you going to the chess fest?”|
|Ami:||“Mmm, probably not.”|
|RCNE:||“Oh, that’s too bad. It will be hard to avoid; it’s happening all over town.”|
|Ami:||“Wow, that’s some commitment. My great-grandfather tried to teach me to play once, but I quickly lost interest.”|
|RCNE:||“But you can still appreciate it just by listening to it!”|
|Ami (thinking):||Holy cow, I’d rather watch golf on TV than listen to that!|
|RCNE, reading eyebrows raised in alarm:||“Ja, I never miss it. Especially the sax soloists — they’re my favorite.”|
And with a nearly audible click, the light bulb goes on.
I freely admit it; the above exchange never happened to me personally. But I have had countless similar exchanges, even ones in German, that get derailed by pronunciation. I’m pleased to say it’s *usually* not mine at fault.
While on the way to breakfast at Kaminski today with Tommy and Natasha and Matthias with Sarah, I noticed a huge upsurge in white pants. So I guess summer’s here. I decided to snap some of them. All of these were taken while seated at Kaminski observing the passers-by.
2 thoughts on “chess fest y el fin de semana de los pantalones blancos”
Well, I’m kind of disappointed. How come there is no picture of me? I also had white pants on.:) By the way great pictures!
I think I recognize the great-grandfather part. I love the chess fest. I hope when the light bulb finally clicked on, it was an energy-saver. :)