The German word for walking is ‘spazieren’ and they’re really into it here. I know walking is a universal pastime, but Germans get all decked out in matching Jack Wolfskin outfits and use walking sticks to navigate the suburbs. It’s definitely on another level, let’s just put it that way.
In fact, on Monday I was waiting for my tram and a teenage girl and boy approached. They were reading an ‘Eppelheim Info’ sheet and the girl said (in German, obviously) “Look! There’s an organized walking group leaving from Cafe Creme tomorrow. Maybe we should check it out!”
I don’t know much, but for some reason I can’t imagine your typical teenager getting so hyped up to go on an organized neighborhood stroll. But, there you have it. (And I think it’s awesome!)
Since I’m on what was supposed to be a paid maternity leave this year, I do my own fair share of ‘spazieren.’ Every day Laken and I take at least one walk around the neighborhood. And, I’m always spying quirky things.
Buffalo Schnitzel 