Now we're getting somewhere

Ok.

So we've had the discussion on the interesting method that German real estate agents (immobilien) use to contact (or, rather, don't contact) prospective clients.

Now it seems we have overcome this lack of interaction (by sheer force or will) and cannot turn it off.

Our non-English speaking agent, Erkus, has been sending us emails and link very regularly over the last two days.  Although I think I confused matters when I used a internet translating service.  As he has stopped sending us e-mail in broken English and now sends them only in German.

Amy has been emails and calls non stop from random immobiliens and from people she has just happens to meet with weird and horrible housing recommendations.

Regardless, we seem to have found a good fit with a group called Stranz (vice the more recognizable Re/Max, where that Erkus guy works).

We saw a very interesting new house (almost finished) in a village called Katzwailer, about ten kilometers north of Kaiserslautern (near Otterbach, not that you should have any idea where Otterbach is, but hey, that's where it is).    It is a three story house, about 300 square meters, and has an ok back yard.  Best thing about the house is the heated floors that run throughout.

Coolest thing about Katzwailer, why, it would be this place:

I cannot remember the name of it...but you can sort of make it out.  Whatever it's called, it is the coolest, weirdest, oldest schnitzel haus in town.

The inside hasn't been updated since ... well ... a long time ago.

Nobody here spoke English and it looked like we had interrupted a secret meeting.  It was a little uncomfortable.

Anyway, we managed to order (Amy ordered us 2 mineral waters, when she had intended to order us 2 glasses of water).  Granted, we weren't exactly sure what we had ordered, only that we knew it came with french fries (pommes frits).

About 30 seconds before our food came out Amy wondered aloud about if the establishment accepted credit cards, as we were a little short on euros. 

So we anxiously checked out the room, the cash register, the front door (for your standard MasterCard/Visa stickers). No credit card reading devices in sight.  Slight gurglely feeling in the lower bowels.  

Two, clearly American kids, who had interrupted a secret meeting, were either going to have to run out before the meal came (or, more accurately, as the meal was being brought to the table), or we were going to have to dine and dash.  It didn't look good ... and I had such high hopes on becoming a regular here.

Fortunately, the combined English of the three other patrons was enough to get us directions to the closest ATM (which happened to be right out side ... clearly, it was my keen powers of observation made me the fine intelligence specialist I am today). 

Anyway.  It was a beautiful day. Tomorrow we go see another house ... and think we'll have to make a decision in the next 48 hours.  Kind of exciting.