I’ve rewatched some of the old Disney classics and I was thoroughly disappointed by Hercules. I personally don’t care that much about the mythological accuracy of it but it was just kind of meh my memorys of the movie were much better.
Currently we are decorating the tree then when everyone is here we will eat Hochzeitssuppe and Zungenragout (literal translation would be wedding soup and tongue ragout) which are traditional christmas dishes in our family. Then we open the presents (in Germany you open them usually on Christmas Eve). Tomorrow we will eat roast goose with braised red cabbage and potato dumplings.
So overall just hanging out with family and eating.
Für Leute mit Pollenallergie soll das auch gut sein, besonders wenn der Imker wirklich nah im Umkreis vom eigenen Wohnort ist.
lol I sang Lady Gaga Songs as a kid without a clue about their meaning
As a kid I used to lucid dream a lot. I would purposely imagine myself in a world or scenario that I wanted to dream of and when I fell asleep while having those thoughts I would lucid dream. It was fairly easy for me, but for some reason I can’t anymore. I rarely even remember my normal dreams.
Everything that came before the Gameboy and most consoles. My parents had an weird arbitrary rule about my sister and me not being allowed to have consoles but Gameboy or later Nintendo DS were fine. And as a kid I wasn’t really aware of the existence of PS Vita or PSP so those I’m also not really nostalgic for.
I might as well tell you where I live/my parents live, so I prefer not to say ^^ It’s a fairly small village/town
Tbh vanilla from a very specific small ice cream shop in Germany. I don’t like vanilla from pretty much anywhere else, there are good flavours in other shops but when I’m visiting my parents I have to go there and get the vanilla. Maybe it’s nostalgia but it’s my favourite and I don’t know what to do if they ever have to close.
I hate it when people put a space before periods and commas , yet it’s something I often notice with older people .
My boyfriend and I were once snapped at during a family gathering because we dared to eat corn on the cob at a barbecue. The argument was something like, “A barbecue is only for meat, everything else is just greens, and the Greens (a german political party) want to ban our schnitzel!!!1!1!” There’s simply nothing else occupying these people’s minds anymore—every topic, no matter how unrelated, somehow always gets dragged back to ThE gReEnS, CoViD vAcCiNaTiOnS, or whatever else.