it's that time of year when the first christmas market tentatively rears its cheery head before the others start mushrooming all around it. the smell of grilled wursts never fails to get me and i've long learnt that resistance is futile. the mister has a little more self-restraint but even he surrenders when the gentlemen running the stall are german. language barrier and miscommunication aside (they forgot our order and kept us waiting 10minutes longer than absolutely necessary in the spitting rain) all was forgiven and forgotten when we bit into our steaming hot currywurst. in spite of myself and valiant attempts to minimise nitrate intake, processed meat and curry powder make everything better.
pretty darn psyched to go on a christmas market stir-crazy in the next few weeks. there's supposed to be a good one in bath (next up on the trippin' uk hitlist!), and we're visiting friends in lucerne who're taking us "hiking to the valley floor to visit an alpine village and eat traditional food'.
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