This is part seventeen in a series about the year that I spent au pairing in Germany. To catch up on the rest of the series, click here.
Expats tend to swarm. It’s a survival tactic really. If somebody were to drop you in the middle of the ocean, you’d swim for shore. Except that “shore” in expat terms is “a place where I can meet other people who speak my native language so I don’t have to be so god damned alone all the time.” Our hive those first few months was an Australian sports bar. Hard to imagine now. Sports bars aren’t really my scene.