Depending on where you are in Germany, your local university may have a language exchange (Sprachcafé) where you can trade your language skills for German conversation. It's quite common. One of my friends has Tandempartner for her explorations into Arabic and Hungarian - she gives German conversation and explanations…

Depending on where you are in Germany, your local university may have a language exchange (Sprachcafé) where you can trade your language skills for German conversation. It's quite common. One of my friends has Tandempartner for her explorations into Arabic and Hungarian - she gives German conversation and explanations…

Out of curiosity: where would you say a high income starts?

two friends were in a similar situation. Both decided that children were ultimately more important than the relationships the were in and talked to their partners about it.

It was!

You know what's worse? Being asked beforehand, ticking the box vegetarian (together with other coworkers) and THEN being only served sides for dinner. That was the office christmas dinner. If you're not going to accomodate us anyway, why bother asking?

the new year's eve I spent alone, I treated like any other week night, got up really early the next morning and went skiing. I had the slopes basically to myself until midday - it was glorious.

An aquaintance had around 5 miscarriages in a row after her first daughter was born. She couldn't handle the grief and stopped trying for a few years. And now she has two daughters, although with a large age gap. It can get suddenly all go right for no good reason at all.

Well, technically the first company to commercially carbonate soft drinks was Schweppes and was founded in Switzerland. In 1783. Before that, carbonated drinks more or less only happened in alcoholic drinks (e.g. beer, champagne) or in the homes of some nerds.

Not that it makes it overall better, but dude who wants 25 or younger claims to be in his mid twenties. Other ad has a guy claiming to be 37 and has no stated age preference.

What kind of oil are you using? Which mustard or don't you use mustard?
If I use peanut oil my mayo will be thick enough to cut, olive oil much less so. Without mustard it's hit or miss and if the ingredients don't all have the same temperature it has become a holy mess at least twice.

I live in Zurich. Meeting people in general is easiest in the immigrant community and not with Zurich natives. If you want to get to know Zürcher, you mostly need to at least understand Swiss German and be able to answer in standard German.
Meetup is mostly used by English speaking foreigners, spontacts has more Swiss…

So basically the same from where I am standing. Without resorting to wikipedia or something like that, Presbyterianism and the Episcopal Church are both some form of protestantism to me. There may be some differences in rituals, details of belief.... But to an outsider pretty much alike.

If they work the sheer part of the Elsa dress into the train I can imagine it working very well.

I have a bit of difficulty with a strapless watteau back - traditionally they are higher up on the back. If they make it work, it will stand out and be gorgeous.

a watteau-train has pleats on your back neckline, letting the material of your dress flow graciously down your back. Also known as a robe à la française it first came into fashion during the rokoko era. Watteau painted a lot of pictures of ladies wearing the robe, hence the name.

Technically: das Frettchen.

I'm not quite sure you ment to direct that comment to me. Did you?

Some do, most don't. It isn't a case of having to use all those days - it's having the option of staying home if and when you are sick without worrying unduly about how you will pay rent that month.

I'm always amazed at the contrast in treating children (and their parents) in the US vs a lot of European countries, e.g. it's back to school in most parts of Switzerland around now. And there are appeals by the police for parents to NOT drive their first grade children to school but to let them learn how to get there…