Blogbaby episode two: Beth Abraham

[While I’m busy scrubbing poop from diapers and other articles of clothing, several friends have been kind enough to provide content for this site, through a program we’re calling Blogbaby. Tonight’s contribution comes from my friend Beth, who is living in Germany at the moment.]

Where I am staying in Germany is a very small village, approximately 6 houses. They all know each other and are quite familiar with each other’s business. I feel a bit more comfortable making sure I venture out of the village at least once a day. After breakfast and a walk in the woods there isn’t much more to do. So, I decided today to bike to the big city. It’s about 28km (what is that? about 15 miles) round-trip.

As I was just outside of the village, I saw a camper van parked near the way and inside a woman was sitting in the passenger seat, putting make-up on. She seemed to be dressed very provocatively, which isn’t the normal style for ladies in the village. There was a red flashing light in the front window….hmmm….peculiar I thought.

I waved and biked on. A bit down the way, I noticed another camper van, and the woman was doing the same thing, with the same light…. then another… and one more… I must have seen at least 9 more camper vans. Weren’t these ladies cold, just sitting there? What were they waiting for?

As I came to the last van I saw that it had a curtain pulled closed in the front window and the light was solid white. When I rode pass, the side door opened and a man stepped out and walked to his car smiling. He waved.

Ah, I get it… it’s what prostitution is like in the small villages.

I wonder if it’s anything like the food carts of Portland, where each one has a different speciality, and people blog about them passionately, describing every subtle nuance in mouth-watering detail.

[note: regulars may be interested to know that it was Beth who, in 2004, created the lovable Huhnar for our then newly born daughter, Clementine.]

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  1. dragon
    Posted December 7, 2011 at 12:48 am | Permalink

    Wenn dies van ist rockin, nicht klopfen.

  2. Posted December 7, 2011 at 12:52 am | Permalink

    I had to go to Google Translate to figure that out, Dragon… I feel totally stupid.

  3. Edward
    Posted December 7, 2011 at 7:50 am | Permalink

    6’0″ blonde with a side of hand-cut, cave-aged, organic, blue sauerkraut.

  4. Gene
    Posted December 7, 2011 at 8:30 am | Permalink

    someone’s getting red and white lights for xmas – huh, i just wish i knew somebody with a camper van? hmmm…

  5. Eel
    Posted December 7, 2011 at 9:17 am | Permalink

    I drive by a huge RV lot on 94 all the time, and I always wonder how it is that they stay in business with gas being so expensive, and no one having money anymore. I’d just assumed that they were selling the RVs. Now it’s all starting to make sense, though.

  6. Eel
    Posted December 7, 2011 at 9:20 am | Permalink

    And I like how the first kid got a lovingly handmade doll, and the second got a tutorial how how to find prostitutes in Europe. I guess that’s the difference between being a boy and a girl.

  7. K2
    Posted December 7, 2011 at 10:35 am | Permalink

    I like that six houses can support nine campers full of prostitutes. Those Germans must be overflowing with seed.

  8. Elf
    Posted December 7, 2011 at 1:26 pm | Permalink

    Was the man leaving the camper bald, black and wearing a wide brimmed hat?

  9. Steve Swan
    Posted December 8, 2011 at 12:42 pm | Permalink

    Walnut crusted prostitute with truffle oil and a hint of saffron.

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