Yes most people look at me like 'why' when I tell them where I live and especially if they are from the two big cities ....I have several answer depending on mood
It's the same all over! From where I've lived: Northern California thinks the Los Angelinos are plastic and smog-choked. The Southerners think we are all granola-eating tech hippies. We are both right. All of California is united in thinking New York is a dangerous place filled with mobsters with funny accents (think The Sopranos), big knives (think the scene in Crocodile Dundee) and weather that is not fit for human habitation. Bavaria (southern Germany) thinks the rest of Germany has a disturbing lack of orderliness. The rest of Germany thinks Bavarians are lederhosen-wearing hicks that don't represent the "real" Germany. As I'm now a loyal southerner and happen to like lederhosen, I'm siding with the south on this one. Much like Doctor Who's bow tie, lederhosen are cool. Both southern Spain and southern France think the north is a place where the weather is not fit for human habitation (check out a very funny French movie "Welcome to the Sticks" that sums up the "living in the north is a fate worse than death" sentiment). Especially where I live in Spain, Madrid is seen as a place that you are lucky to escape from. During Easter Week, the influx of grim-looking Madrileños worriedly clutching their mobiles on the beach sure seems to support that idea. Northern Italy and southern Italy are like two different countries, even down to the language. What I found the most intriguing was that when I was in the north, everyone swore it was those idiots in the south who voted for Berlusconi. When I was in the south, everyone swore it was those idiots in the north who voted for him. As the weather is pretty darn good in both locations, I guess politics is what's left to argue about. OK, that is REALLY off topic from the puppy hunt, but I couldn't resist. Puppy visit news mañana!
Not yet, but there is maybe someone in Moray - probably need a translator for that, too! Oh you doubting doubter. In Regensburg, Lederhosen are totally cool. The cute little university boys wear them on the weekends and look adorable. I'd say "sexy" but given my age vs.their age, that would be creepy. Huh???? Oh, I'm sunk, aren't I?
Loon=boy Quine=girl You should get in the mood by reading (watching?) A Scot's Quair - bane of many school pupils English class
I should add, I was born in Elgin, which falls within Moray. You can understand the lingo much better there.
I've been to Regensberg. I've seen lederhosen in action. I was told that there's a German word for well-worn lederhosen and it means 'like bacon'. When clothes become known for their resemblance to a fry-up they're definitely not cool.
Oh see, it's just a matter of perception - to most Bavarians, comparing ANYTHING to a pork product would be the highest compliment. Therefore trousers made of delicious bacon = pure magic. Wow, you get serious "off the beaten path" travel points!
@Emily_BabbelHund don't need to go that far as to Aberdeen, but a good trip, Glasgow would do I am sure. Just don't get to much into the local lingo and watch out for the famous 'Glaswegian kiss'. No offence to anyone Did you not know Bavaria is THE place in Germany, especially Műnchen. Best cars, best beers etc. according to the locals (uncle lives here) Where I am from originaly it is very much our town is the only one that matters. When you meet new people on holiday you tell them the town and then maybe the country, rather than what most people do, which is country and town. Within the country you just have to say a few words and people know... But yes you are right we now do really requier some puppy pictures on here..
These are my friends, Sarah and Henry last week, we will be staying with them in Heidelberg over Christmas and New Year (my son lives in Heidelberg) Cool and gorgeous imo!
Nah, you're OK. Aberdeen is twinned with Regensburg so lots and lots of Aberdonians have been there on school trips. They'll be kind to you. We moved to Aberdeen soon after the start of the oil boom and at the start of "Americanisation". The first pizza parlour opened when we were there, hugely exotic. The big question in town was "Fitzapitza?"
I can empathise with this. And if you laugh at lederhosen in Bavaria, then you have to laugh at kilts in Scotland. And then I'd have to kill you, because kilts are scrummy. So there.
