Sunday, March 20, 2016

WIWS: The Coffee Drinking and Clothes Shopping Edition

On Thursday, I had a lovely time strolling down the walking street of the small, sleepy German town where I've been staying with my son.  It was sunny and warm, a perfect day to be out and about.  My first stop was at a nice little café on the marktplatz (marketplace), which is sort of the town square, where I ordered a große Tasse Kaffee (large cup of coffee).

This coffee was so large that it didn't really come in a cup.  It was more like a bowl--a big soup bowl, with no handles.  I had to pick it up with both hands to drink it.
Here's what I love, love, love about the way they serve coffee in this country: they always put a little cookie--usually a crisp, Biscoff-style cookie--on the saucer.  Is that the best tradition, or what?  Why don't they do this in the US?

My only complaint is that with every regular-sized cup of coffee that I've ordered over here, I've gotten a regular-sized cookie; so one would think that with this  große-sized cup, there would be a große-sized cookie as well.  Wouldn't one?  But look at that tiny cookie on the spoon, and note how disproportionately small it is next to my VAT of coffee! 

But I really can't complain.  A tiny cookie is better than no cookie at all!

I leisurely sipped my coffee, while reading my Kindle book and taking breaks to people-watch.  (It was very busy out on the square.)

After I left the cafe, I stopped in at a little clothing boutique and spotted a pale green crepe blouse on sale for 2.99.  (1 euro = 1.13 US dollars these days, so that's still pretty cheap!)  It was St. Patty's Day...and the blouse was green...and I would have lost money if I hadn't bought it at that guess who has a new blouse?
And then I passed another boutique and spotted a pashmina-style scarf that matched it perfectly, for 10 euro.  Although it was not quite as much of a steal as the blouse, I decided that the two pieces worn together would make a nice Sunday Mass ensemble, paired with my trusty black knit traveling skirt (a Dress Barn wardrobe staple of mine).
The blouse is so soft and loose and flowy.  Just my cup of tea.
It hangs a little longer in the back.
And as I said, it's definitely loose-fitting.
It might look like I bought the wrong size, but I think this is the way it's supposed to fit.  The sleeves and shoulders on the smaller size were very tight.

I really love these new additions to my wardrobe.  I think they make me look very European, don't you?

Well, maybe not.  But I think I'm going to get a lot of wear out of them all the same.  I wore them today for Palm Sunday Mass, as a matter of fact.

Did you see what I did there?  That's right, this here is a What I Wore Sunday post!  And if you'd like to see what some other lovely ladies wore, head on over to Fine Linen and Purple!


  1. One of my favorite things about our trip to Europe 4 years ago was that there were always cookies with the coffee in the hotels! I always ate them for both of us, because that's when I was pregnant with the twins ;)

    Love that scarf! It's perfect with the blouse :)

    1. Coffee should always come with a cookie!! Right? (I'm not pregnant with twins, but I'd like to have two with each cup as well!)

      Thanks, I love the scarf, too. And I know I'll wear it all the time, so I think it was 10 euro well spent. :)

  2. Laura, you look lovely in that pretty blouse and scarf! It's always great to buy something like that because it will remind you of this trip every time you wear it.
    If your son is still in the area, you absolutely must go back in Dec to visit the Christmas markets. Some are rather touristy but a little research can lead you to others with beautiful local artisan-made things. In either case, it's a treat to be out in the crisp air, nibbling tasty grilled sausages and sipping warm mugs of glüwein (those mugs make great gifts!), even if you've been there before.
    That reminds me of this story: It was at the Schwabinger Weihnachtsmarkt in Munich that I encountered a family with a bunch of very lively children. One little guy, clearly out after his usual bedtime, stood up in his stroller and shrieked, "NEIN!" He went on, "Nein, nein, nein!" And I realized that the terrible twos translated rather exactly into German!

    1. Sheila, I actually told my boy the other day that we would have to come back at Christmastime--I would love to be here when they have the Christmas markets. (He got here last fall and really enjoyed them.)

      I love your story about the little guy yelling, "Nein!" (You're a great storyteller--and isn't that an Irish trait, after all?)

  3. I love those colors on you - and the scarf matches the blouse perfectly! Lovely!
    The size of the coffee is also impressive! :) Thanks for linking up! :)

    1. Thanks! And also, thanks for the link-up--I've always enjoyed it.

  4. I luuurve that top! It looks like it will do back in the states with some nice shorts in the summer, too!

    I just purchased a children's picture book full of German vocab. I have a little obsession with studying languages, though I am not fluent in anything but English. German is a fun one, I think. And shouldn't all cookies be große? I mean, really.

    1. Unfortunately, I don't wear shorts anymore...but I'll wear it with capris! :)

      And yes, I agree: all cookies should be große!!!

  5. Laura, I am in admiration of your ability to control your fear of flying (note I did not say overcome or get over) to be able to spend time with your son in a quaint German town, enjoying coffee served with a cookie (however small), and shopping like you belonged there. Here's to you! Enjoy.

    1. Cahty, here's an interesting story concerning my ability to control that fear of flying. Before our youngest was even born, when our fourth son was about six months old and we were in P'burgh visiting the folks during the summer, T's dad got all excited and said, "Mom and I have been talking, and we want to babysit for the four boys so that you and T can take a trip to Germany." (Two of T's sisters were living over there at the time, so we would have had a place to stay and everything.) I know he thought he was offering a gift most young parents who'd had four boys in four years would have given their eye-teeth to receive: the chance to take an exotic European vacation--kidless, with free babysitting. But all I could think was, "I'm not leaving my babies to fly across the ocean!!" I totally panicked and blurted out, "I'm not going to Germany!" My poor father-in-law...I know it hurt his feelings, and he thought I was going to miss out on many wonderful opportunities because of my irrational phobia.

      At the time, T remembers me saying, "I can't fly away from my kids. But when they grow up and move far away, I'll be able to fly TO them." And that's just what happened. It took having one of my boys move to Germany to get me on a plane here. So I finally took that trip to Germany that Dad wanted me to take 28 years ago!!