It's 9:45 pm here and Valentine will soon be boarding the bus to Munich! It's her class trip this year.
Gee! When I was 15, I was beyond thrilled by the occasional trip to Kansas City. That was a Big Deal.
Of course, in light of last week's discoveries regarding what those Germans are getting up to when they're not drinking beer, I'm not all THAT comfortable about her destination .
Why couldn't this year's trip be to Spain, the home of innocuous cooking programs?
But it's out of my hands. All I could do, after I made sure she had an alarm clock, slippers, snacks, toothpaste, her passport and sufficient clothing, was tell her : " If a man comes up to you and asks you if you'd like to make lots of money really quickly and easily, just say 'nein'. 'Kay?"
She just gave me that pitying "you're so weird" look that I seem to so often be the recipient of.
On the other hand, starring in German porn films was NOT on the list of planned activities that the school gave us.
So what items are on the schedule?
The BMW museum and Dachau concentration camp.
'The Ultimate Driving Machine' and 'Arbeit Macht Frei' .
An odd combination, to put it mildly.