Andreas uses “European” as a way to describe things he really likes. He used the term to describe an apartment he looked at tonight. Nothing about the apartment sounded particularly European to me (that would have necessitated a six-floor walk up, plumbing that was clearly installed hundreds of years after the space had been built, and bathtubs you sit down in), but since I speak Andreasian, I knew that he meant he liked it. Then again, one time he caught a whiff of dirty motor oil, got a nostalgic look on his face, and declared it as very European (I guess it reminded him of a train station).

Regardless, he may have found us an apartment. Oh, and did I mention that he’s visiting this weekend? He’ll be arriving late tomorrow night.