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