There Are No Shorts In Munich

And now a funny blog post-  Alex’s legs!

This morning it was warm and we were waiting out the front of the motel, on the street for the van to arrive.  Alex had shorts on and to be perfectly frank, I wish I had had shorts on.  The weather is 14 seasons in one day and it was WARM. 

I have got use to the gawking that occurs around Europe when Alex wanders along.  I don’t know if it is some sort of compliment to be openly ogled by men of all ages, but I usually bring up the rear (because I am trying to get photos mostly!!!) and give them my best Momma Bear glare, but it appears that shorts are unheard of in Munich!  A novelty even!

So, Alex stand on the footpath, with our bags and I stand on the road, trying to make sure no one parks in front of the motel, so we can easily pack our bags in the van.

Every single person (read MEN) stare at my daughters legs!  Some walking toward, some subtle stares, some blatant gawks and head on backwards!!!

“Yes, they are legs!”  I state at one stage.

“Oooohhh, look!  Its shorts, the national costume of New Zealand!!”

“Yes, they’re shorts- we wear them a lot in New Zealand!”…… getting kind of annoyed and a bit loud. 

Brilliant plan enters small brain….  Every time someone walks past with their head on backward I picked up the camera and took a photo of Alex- and the Uncle Perve-y!  It didn’t stop them, but it definitely slowed them down!!

If their own Momma Bear had been better, she would have taught them some manners- also perhaps they should come down to NZ sometime and see if they can get away with that sort of behaviour! (first country to give women the vote, first transgender politician….etc…etc…) first country to teach European men some manners…????