Pig Pink

Markus's sister Juliane is great fun. She is a year older than I and has three kids. I helped her paint their new apartment (paint here does not smell bad, it has to be mixed with water, and colors are just mixed with white--they never sell big cans of colorful paint).











Between wearing funky painting suits that didn't protect our clothes, joking about the living room being "pig-pink," and frustrating her hubby with the splotches we got on the ceiling and white walls, we had a blast.

It was also hilarious for us to sport Markus's clothes while his mom used DDR soap to get the paint out of our clothes. I'm becoming Markus . . .