Why I Love Europe

Okay, I have never BEEN to Europe so my sole means of judging the place is by people who claim to be "from Europe", and one of the things I like is the "say what you mean" aspect. Take yesterday: I was enjoying a break from not planting in the mud to look for more plants cheap online, and a woman rang the obnoxiously loud doorbell that needs to get dampened somehow. She came for the phone number of the man who built our stairs because she had him do an estimate for her last year and lost it and wants to hire him. So as I looked it up in my computer's address book, we talked. After we discusses the process the farmer uses for making hay of the alfalfa field across the road and how it is that you can leave those big round bales outside in the winter, I offered her a tour of the house. She complimented everything but was especially lavish in her compliments about the things we have done ourselves. Gotta like that. When I mentioned that the "one big room upstairs" for both the "master bed" and the "guest bed" did not afford much privacy but preserved all the views for everyone, she snorted and said there were hotels 7 miles from here and if our guests "would rather have sex than party with" us, they could "just go ahead and do that in a hotel". If they were "crazy enough". No beating around the bush, just right out and said it like that. That is why I love Europe.