Fresh bread put out by the hostel, tomatoes and some strange sausagy
thing I bought from the supermarket, French wine, and this Sylter
sauce that seems to be everywhere. (I was hoping it would be Ranch-y
in nature . . . but it is DEFINITELY not. I can't even describe the
taste . . . like sour and pickly? I dont even know.)
Not only did I not recognize a single product in the grocery store,
but the people are charmingly and ridiculously German which has
entertained me immensely. AND I got this entire meal (including the
bottle of wine) for 6 euros. That kicks Amsterdam's ass by about 10 Euros so I love Germany already.