There are many benefits to living with a German. For awhile, I thought maybe hearing a strange language flowing through the hallway was the coolest part, and then I thought that maybe it was her strange obsession with bread "that tastes like you're eating bread" or even just knowing that I can go visit Köln whoever I please for the rest of my life. But no, friends, this is officially the best:![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB_6tvF9kMXDIK1Q9fuQKlsqZzC13xkhTNivfE5-Sag6Rb-Jxrww2dImqkkRepC1gRtuEA0waq6EZSXVq_bDFQE4TbIzm4GIqKmQtwGfONOXAub0If05fWczvNKOKy7WKwLiVby1W_CosN/s640/blogger-image--1752705045.jpg)
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Receiving a beer tasting as a Christmas present. Sitting and testing beers together while watching a crappy American movie that was only made worse by the fact that it was dubbed in French will forever be a holiday highlight for me.
Lovesies,
Angie
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