Babes in DeutschlandGone are the squabbling saffron birds that would wake me at first light, the golden rays that would pour in between the drapes and render my bedroom an orange-y hued sanctuary. Gone are the days of wearing so little, either while waking or sleeping, cropped shorts, tank top, bare feet, all gone. Goodbye to the mornings that lingered as we arose in our rental home, iced tea and malasadsas for breakfast in bed, my favorite way to dine. Continue reading