Let's say that at the beginning of the second week I was met with a proposal, no, THE OBLIGATION, of going to Stuttgart along with The Man and his wife, to be known from now on as Greywife. After I had seen their children off, whose names aren't going to be revealed either, let's just call them Bride, when we are talking about the 22-years old blue-eyed beauty, Karyon if we are talking about her boyfriend and Jack of Spades when we talk about Bride's brother. Right after seeing them off, I got ready to enjoy a journey which was RATHER LONG (capital letters, bold, underlined and italics, I hope that can give you an idea of how long it was). After 'some' hours I finally got there. When I finally settled down in what was going to be my room, I told to myself that I was way too old for doing trips like this one.
The first two days were just warm enough to prevent from even moving, that would have caused a
'Sweat-nami'. I rose from the dead the third day. Finally freed from that hell-like cage. That day I went to the Mercedes-Benz museum, where I was amazed by the hard work of keeping old cars as good as they were on their very first day, or, at least, they did a good job at faking it. Really beautiful, though.
Another long trip back home was arranged on the third night. Listening to heavy metal wasn't enough to keep me awake while travelling, that's why I almost fell asleep in the car. It had been a long and hot day, indeed!
The next days were easy enough to handle, because my only obligation was to keep on studying German grammar... Such a difficult language...*sigh* Anyone who masters it must be a total genius.
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