Is it me?
Giessen
Weinnachtsmarkt (Vine-nahhts-markt) n. - during the holiday season in popular marketplaces, people setup booths to sell their wares or food and drink; it's a commerce meets social thing. This is all festive and everything, but it's not dinner. However, the relatives wanted to take us to the Weinnachtsmarkt and have dinner along the street there (two for one). The choices were sausage in bread, chicken in bread or fish in bread (not really a sandwich but meat inserted into a roll). Sorry, but I wasn't buying. And apparently I got into a bit of snit about it. (Not a tantrum or anything, mind you, just said "no thank you" until I was -- and looked -- annoyed).

I think I came across as a snob. It wasn't that. I eat with my hands all the time. It was cold. The fact that this was what the whole trip to Germany was going to be sunk in. So I'm walking amongst a lot of people (I hate crowds) with my camera in my hand (knowing I'm not going to use it much) and the folks (nice people, no doubt) begin giving me that, "What's the matter with him" look. The whole thing started to grate and grate...

We drove home. I went to my room around 8 o'clock, closed the door and slept 'til 8 in the morning. Yeah, I was sulking.