Christian let me know that I had to order the right beer for the city I was in. In Düsseldorf, they brew Alt, so that’s what they drink. In Cologne, they brew and drink Kölsch. I would be frowned upon if I ordered a beer in the wrong city. Those fortunate enough to live in Monheim am Rhein could order either, when in Monheim, of course.
I’m at the airport in Brussels, waiting for my flight to Madrid, and I thought I’d catch up with an e-mail. It’s Tuesday, September 14, and it’s about 4 p.m. here. I say this because, although there’s a slight chance I’ll finish this message before my flight boards, it’s unlikely it will be sent for … Continue reading Letter from Madrid