PapaBlue
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I have two answers. First, Germany. My former sister-in-law had married a German and lived in Kehl, right across the Rhine from Strasbourg, France. My ex-wife, former brother-in-law, and I went to visit her twice in the early '00s. I love German food. It was great to just walk around Kehl or drive into Offenburg to shop in the town. The people were friendly and either spoke English or were very patient with my Pidgin-Deutsche. We went to Alsace, where I got to play fetch with a French dog with a wine cork in the basement of a French winery. How cool is that? Then we went to a friend's boyfriend's home and had baekeoffe, kirchwasser, and some sort of delicious and putrid cheese with a radioactively orange rind. It was all great. Second, being a wildland firefighter. There were days it was just a job. There were days it was terrifying and very potentially deadly or disfiguring. But all in all, it was a job that was better than a vacation- traveling around the western United States with twenty other smart (however you define it), hard working, and GQ (in a filthy, smoke covered way) guys, doing exciting things in some of the most beautiful wilderness in the world. Imagine, one day calling in bucket drops from helicopters or chinking line to get around a fire and the next day swimming naked in a huge glacial pond surrounded by purple flowers. My only regret is that I came to it too late to make it a career.
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