On May Day of this year, my best childhood friend arrived from the USA and came to stay with us for a day. Mayday is a holiday and so we had plenty of time to sit on the balcony, catch up on news, and have a good time.
We don’t see each other often, because we live more than 10.000 km apart. When my friend does come over for a visit, then it is primarily to see her family in northern Bavaria.
Over the years, we realized how difficult it can be to get together. Once you are with family and siblings, it is almost impossible to get away to see a friend and I know this from my own experience. Nowadays, when she arrives in Frankfurt, she comes up to Oberursel on her first day. Then the rest of her time is spent with her German family.
With Bea from McAllen, TX/USA
At first we spoke German. With each additional beer, our conversations turned more and more to English.
By the time we got to our last beer, we were chatting in heavy Fränkisch (Franconian), our hometown dialect we shared growing up together.
