I love Germans. And cheese. (In no particular order)

Yes. Two in one day. Try to contain yourself. But this is a much happier note.

I love Germans. I can't help it. I particularly love the way they talk. I was recently having girls night with an American friend who lives in Germany and also spent some time in Utah, like me. We started talking about how the mindset is different in Germany as far as interpersonal relations are concerned. I like it. Let's just say, that Germans are more in favor of simply saying what they think. And that works for me much better than beating around the bush. The other day I was with some people, and there were snacks involved which I hadn't quite made my way over to yet. One girl came over munching on the food in her napkin, hugged me, and said:

"Hi! How are you? I just LOOVE CHEESE." (insert blissful voice, head thrown slightly back, and eyes rolled into head)
I responded and laughed a little. When I explained what was so funny she apologized and asked me again how I was. This only made it funnier since she was apparently so distracted by her love of cheese that she didn't realize that she'd already asked me this and I'd already answered. We then proceeded to bond over our love of cheese. When I mentioned the "Cheese State" She said, "What's that?" I told her it's just the nickname of one of the states because they're known for their cheese. "But which one!?" She inquired eagerly. After I told her she said, "I must GO to Wisconsin! This is now on my list of places to see!" I don't know that I've ever met anyone so excited to go to Wisconsin, but more power to her. And I am so happy that I have found someone who shares my love of cheese. Which reminds me. I went to a fair at a palace not too long ago, and as I was at the stand where one can buy all sorts of crazy cheeses, I saw...

THIS MAN.

Thanks to my passion for cheese, I saw my first REAL German.

I'm not sayin'; I'm just sayin'.