When the aforementioned Tricia invited me to dinner for the first time, somehow the evening featured my suggested viewing: Laser Cats. Then, she and her husband, Lee, introduced me to Bunny with a Pancake on its Head. And if that’s not the start of a beautiful friendship, I don’t know what is.
Later that same week, Tricia took me to Soufflenheim, France – a town so idyllic it feels like a movie set. We shopped and photographed our way through the day, unable to determine which of us is the bigger “Polly Polaroid.”
Throughout the adventure, I frequently announced “We’re in France!” excited, since it was my first trip outside of Germany .
One potter invited us into her garden where we both fell in love with some crazy ostrich heads which were mounted on rebar. We regretted not buying them as soon as we drove away that afternoon.
What really cemented our newfound friendship was an unfortunate situation during lunch at a very quiet crêperie. Somehow, I flung a glass of red wine all over Tricia’s crisp white shirt and brand new pants. I apologized profusely, the waitress scolded me for attempting to mop up the mess with a cloth napkin, and Tricia brushed off the whole incident without making me feel awful. Later, while we were replaying the mess in a conversation, I wondered what my alternatives were to using the napkin and supposed that if nothing else, I could have offered to suck the wine out of her pants…
And now, it’s all part of our vernacular.
We’ve Polly Polaroided our way around Europe, offering to suck wine from each others pants, announcing “We’re in Poland!” “We’re in Ireland!” “We’re in Italy!” and “We’re in the Netherlands!” together with giddy excitement on countless occasions. In fact, since neither of us takes it for granted, we still pinch each other and say, “We’re in Germany!” It’s always an adventure when we’re together.
I managed to secretly buy a string of pottery hearts Tricia was admiring that day and surprised her with it on her birthday that year. And on my birthday last year? You guessed it. My very own rebar ostrich head.
More pictures from our first outing, and a return trip are on Flickr.