Christmas in May

I feel like Christmas.

I'm smiling all the time at perfect strangers for no particular reason. There's an extra bounce in my step as I walk--rather than run--my errands. The anticipation of getting something that I want badly wants to burst from my chest in a shout full of giggles and joy. I'm warm and happy and there's an expectation of cinnamon and spice resting in my nose.

Today, today, today! What a glorious day! We will actually take possession of our used, three-owner hoopty Beamer that we bought last Friday. Oh sure, it's a 1997 with more kilometers than I care to consider. Yes, it does not have a CD player, iPod connection, DVD/TV system or any other updated features for entertainment. Of course, a decent paint job would make it easier on the eyes and a thorough cleaning is definitely in order. But this baby is bottled Benzin! Which means, the car has gas and that's what I want. Transportation from Point A to Point B. Wow! It's Christmas!

And, it just gets better!

We've also signed a contract on an apartment and finally have a place to call home. Our landlord must be the President of the FLS, which in my mind is the Fantastic Landlords Society. I've never heard of--much less seen--any landlord work so hard to make their rental so clean and beautiful after a contract has been signed! He has gone far above and beyond anything I would have expected, and I must say that I've learned a lot from him about taking personal pride in the quality of work and services that one person gives to another. Personal responsibility: It actually means something here in Bavaria. Every German, Bavarian, and American I've met here so far does their job well, means what they say, and trusts your handshake as much as your signature. I love it!

Things are looking good for vacating the Lodge on Monday or Tuesday of next week. The housekeeping has been wonderful here, and the accommodations are very nice, clean, and roomy. But, I'm ready to get out and see this continent called Europe. The rain is gone; the cold is gone. Spring is here, and I have transportation within my grasp. I won't miss this place, and I'm sure you--my readers--won't either.

It may not have a big red bow across it's hood when I get there, but the Beamer's got freedom in its trunk, which is much better in my opinion.

It's Christmas in May in Bavaria. Come on, Rudolph! Come on, Santa! I've been a very good girl!