FUCHS EXPATRIATE DISPATCHES

So, there I was, in July of 2001, working on kind of a crap project, when
our Director walks by. The following conversation ensued:

Me: "Where's Thad?"
Him: "He's packing. We're sending him to Europe for three months."
Me: "Wow, that sounds pretty interesting."
Him: "Why, are you interested?"
Me: "Um; yes."
<Director scurries away; returns in four minutes>
Him: "Pack your bags. Be in Munich by Friday."
Me: "Uh. Erm. Right."

As a startling consequence of this startling conversation, I found
myself in central Germany, beginning a 3-month hitch, and fulfilling
my long-held dream of living overseas for awhile.

Eins: Guten Tag vom Darmstadt


Zwei: Darmstadt Redux


Drei: No Pithy Subtitle


Vier: The Rough Life of the Expat


Funf: Germans Say the Wackiest Things


Sechs: Dude, Where's My Ear?


Seben: Of VWs, Musical Horror, and Travel Miscues


Aucht: Cologne, Heidelberg, London, the Autobahn, & Profanity


Neun: Exit Continent--Left