Blog entries by Cloudyskies
For all the criticism Frankfurt, Germany, receives from its native naysayers who regard it as one of the less desirable German cities in which to...
What’s one of the quickest ways to develop hatred for a complete stranger? Unwittingly inhale one of their farts. It’s a surefire recipe for the...
Hot cars, hot women, savvy marketing, and motley themes—the Frankfurt, Germany, Motor Show brings massive crowds to the city for Frankfurt’s...
Garden variety smells lingered throughout the metropolis I called home. “It smells really weird around here” was a tired expression in my world...
The German word manchmal means sometimes. I’d never heard a person use this word so much as the preachy, loquacious guy in my German class, who I...
I think I was trying to sound allegorical or something here. I couldn't think of an original ending. Ideas are welcome ...
Walking through a tall...
Have you ever thought about living in a foreign country? In a way, when as a child I imagined living somewhere far away from home, I had.
For...
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When I was around ten years old, our house got burglarized. My mother and sister were out somewhere, but my father, my brother, and I...
Frohe Weihnachten means Merry Christmas in German. My preoccupation with this newly learned holiday greeting squandered every potential...
Everyone knows how unfortunate a visit to the DMV can be—whether it’s dealing with incompetent personnel, not having the proper paperwork...
Back by popular demand (well, just Rufous, actually), my Germany stories …
I’m the John Bosley in this story, the father figure to the girls. The...
Sounds of a galloping horse? Nope. It’s a woman in heels, on a cobblestone street. That’s when the pressure builds—when paranoia sets in because...
My experiences while living in Germany again, as an American. This time, a wedding…
Considering the work that’s required to fulfill the many...
The Question: While in the confines of a foreign country, what can one do to celebrate America’s Independence?
The Answer: Commemorate in one’s...
I arrived at Berlin’s Tegel airport at eleven in the morning on a Saturday. The American Tourist suitcase by my side, the previous year’s...
It’s chocolate madness and the European Parliament’s favorite chair. From the beauteous Grand Palace—the imposing central square cluttered with...
Seven dollars. It’s what I had in my wallet, which my son Thomas, 6, hurriedly snatched from my dresser drawer. “Papa, Papa, can I go get an ice...
Germany is said to have hundreds of different kinds of cheese. It’s no surprise, then, that the country is the European leader—the Big Cheese—in...