This song is what I call an insidious earworm: It sticks to the back of your mind even after you’ve just heard the first few notes, and doesn’t leave you for days.
I don’t even particularly like this song. I understand it’s emotionally charged with memories of 09/11 for many, and for that reason I respect it. But that doesn’t change the fact that it’s the kind of song that does not appeal to me much. Still, it sticks to me like a burr whenever I hear even a snatch of it.
Yesterday, someone hummed it near me – and here is my revenge on you all: I’m giving you the earworm. 
- Rike Horstmann
No report of visiting Bavaria is complete without mentioning the food. It’s just that delicious! When I speak of Bavarian food, what I really mean is Southern German and Austrian food, because reciped have been traded in these regions for centuries, local cuisines have enriched each other and the result is a variety of cooking that is similar in all these areas.
The best part of my recent trip was a visit to Rose Island or Roseninsel, as it’s called in German, in the Starnberger See. There is only the one small islet in the whole of the rather big lake, and it’s a truly magical place.
My husband and I spent this year’s summer vacation in the south of Bavaria, on the shores of the Starnberger See. It came as a bit of a surprise, as we had other holiday plans at first, but wasn’t it a marvellous place! I fell in love with the area immediately, and am now plotting how to acquire a retirement home there in the future … Just kidding. The housing prices there are about the highest in the whole of Germany. 
This used to be sky above Germany, for about the last six weeks or so. Grey, grey, grey. Lots of rain. People undigging woolly sweaters from their wardrobes and wearing them when it got just too cold for cotton. I’m not kidding!
One of the best things about having a garden of my own is that now I can grow stuff to eat. We have a plum tree and an apple tree, and although there are no apples this year (obviously there was frost at a very sensitive time), we had to cut the tips of some branches off the plum tree because they were about to break, so laden with fruit it is. 
