Our bicycle trip to New Glarus was extremely lovely. Though, i must admit, it was tough to get started Friday morning. i was starting to feel the differences (aches and pains) in my muscles and bones after biking for 4 days straight. We flew down to New Glarus (about a 20 mile ride) in about an hour and a half.
We visited the New Glarus Bakery for delicious baked goods but not so strong coffee. While we were in the bakery Barnacle and Davin discussed sharing the Apple bread. Barnacle asked if we had a knife with us and i said don't worry about it the bread is terrible. Well, that is what Barnacle, Davin, Bjorn, and the two ladies working at the bakery heard me say. All were astonished with my bold rudeness about the bread. They stared at me wide eyed, mouths slightly open in awe, and in silence. I repeated myself. "It's terrible. My parents always get it and i know you don't need a knife because it is tearable." They started to laugh and someone repeated me with slow thoughtfulness, tear-able. Now i looked at them in confusion. "Yeah... it's tearable." i heard it. i heard the slight difference that could exist with phonemes that possess the ability to dramatically change the meaning of a statement, the desire to buy the bread or not. Then we all laughed, including the bakery workers, realizing the irony of the situation.
heidi
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