V Markt

The V Markt is Germany's answer to the Wal-Mart, probably somewhere between said megastore and a Family Dollar.  We decided we needed to take Jeremy's new car for a spin and to stock up on groceries since our neighborhood grocery store is quite a bit smaller than G&J market and always crazy busy with people who are frustrated that I can't check out faster. There was a band in lederhosen playing oompah music in the store, which is a lot like polka, very festive, and I dug it.  And to copy Jason's format, this is what I learned from the experience:

• If you stall a car in front of the tram, it can still totally stop in time to avoid a T-bone collision.  which is nice.
• It is unlikely I will muster the courage to drive here.   
• The Smurfs still exist in Germany, but their name is Schlümpfe, and they appear on the jar of a brand of mustard. On the bottle, Papa Smurf smurfs another smurf playing soccer a yellow card. 
• Even the unpleasantness of carrying six liters up four flights of stairs will not deter me from buying and drinking diet coke. 
• When checking eggs for broken shells, it's not that unusual to find big feathers. 
• If you want to use Pam, you have to locate the American goods section where you can also find marshmallow fluff, barbeque sauce, and peanut butter, and pay over seven dollars.
• Having access to non-stick spray seems worth it.