Near Salzburg, in the charming town of Bad Reichenhall, Germany, by my favorite get-away spot of Thumsee, is a giant strawberry. I always notice it but apparently my husband does not. It seems it is usually closed when we are there but a few weeks ago I told him, "Hey! The strawberry is open!"
Evidently his peripheral vision was, at that moment, asleep at the wheel. "What does that mean," he asked, "'the strawberry is open?' Are you speaking in code? That sounds like some kind of Cold War movie spy password."
The next thing I knew, we were making a U-turn and buying strawberries....
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