After checking into the hotel in Germany, I was in my room I would be sharing with Landa, which I had taken to calling her, and quickly discovered there was a limited number of English channels.
"There's nothing on!" I complained to Sholanda, who was in the kitchen area.
"We could always study," she said brightly. She came and sat next to me, unwrapping a granola bar and biting in. She's a vegetarian and is even working on getting ride of dairy from her diet. I would die! Can't even drink milk with cookies.
"That's all right," I said quickly. "Look, MTV."
I settled back to enjoy a music video and Landa groaned. She's not such a fan of music videos. "I'm going to get your history stuff. The Romans are waiting. We'll study during commercials." And she got up.
"Shouldn't we wait to be in Rome before we find out what the Romans do?" I called out. There was no answer. "Anyway, I don't think they have commercials here. It's illegal or something."
"You wish." Landa reappeared, books in hand. "Maybe I should teach you the laws of Germany." The TV had just gone to commercial break. Life sure sucks sometimes.
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