After all the letting go I’ve done recently, it would seem that just one more teeny-tiny, insignificant letting go would not matter at all. I mean, what could be as wrenching as saying good bye to my practice, my friends and family, my apartment and most of my possessions, and my cats?

Well, yesterday I learned two interesting things: A) Bruchsal has no laundromats in the American sense, and B) here, just as at the dry cleaner’s in America, one exchanges one’s dirty laundry at the Wäscherei for a paper ticket, and returns in a few days to claim the washed items.

Better make that three interesting things: C) I have major laundry control issues of which I was completely unaware!!!! I let go of my laundry with grave misgivings along with some instructions in mangled German and went home to freak out. What about the stain on my new shirt? What if they leave my favorite jeans in the dryer too long? What if they wash the cold water stuff in hot water and it’s all ruined? What if, what if, what if!!!!!

That’s when I heard myself and just had to laugh out loud–my Inner American was suffering from acute Kulturschock!

OK, then! Stay tuned for the next time, including a possible laundry up-date. In the meantime, enjoy these views of Bruchsal, laundromatless, but beautiful.