When we live in a westernized world, I think we take advantage of the luxury of laundry. We usually have a washer and dryer in our home. Hey, sometimes we might even get our mothers to do our laundry for us. Well, not in Germany. You might find it very humorous to know that I have NEVER done my laundry in a laundromat. Yes, laugh your brains out. This is the story. THE HUMOROUS TALE OF DOING MY LAUNDRY IN GERMANY
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We have already stated that I have never done my laundry outside of a home. Even on travels, I’ve been extremely lucky to do my laundry in an Airbnb, hotel or hostel. It was just simply easy.
You might then find it extremely funny that I live in a student flat with laundry facilities that I cannot ultimately use. WHAT! This was a small piece of information that I was given to me upon my arrival at this location, that was not previously stated to me before. The only way to do laundry in this building is to open a German bank account. Well, I need a residence permit to do that, and that won’t happen for another month. Introducing the original problem. No clean cloths. No laundry opportunity in my student apartment. Let’s google laundry places.
I found one that had a good rating and about a one hour walk. Now, I could simply jump on the S-Bahn and be there in less than 30 minutes, but as a student, 2 euro seems a bit for a S-Bahn ticket. That’s a whole sandwich in a supermarket. That’s almost the cost of a beer, so I walked. It was a sunny day, so it wasn’t incredibly terrible. I was the tiny girl caring two large TK Maxx bags full of dirty laundry.
Upon arrive, I was confronted with another challenge. My german is sparse, and the laundry directions are in German. If I had stepped foot into a business like this before, I might not have had such a problem. After wandering around in circles in this small laundry area for 10 minutes, I attempted to ask in German. Lucky for me a charming Croatian women took over my cloths and promptly handled my dirty laundry throwing them all into the washer. Can we just state for a second how disgusting that kind of is? I suppose she had no problem touching my dirty underwear. The next challenge, I needed to use a coin machine to start the washer. A little lost, I had the Croatian son help me, which involved telling me in simple German that the machine only takes bills. [Later, I find out that is completely not true.] We start machine one with a 5 euro. I only have a 50 euro bill left. I reluctantly give over my 50 euro bill to the man’s father that disappears with it to exchange it into smaller bills. He comes back with two 20 euro bills, a 10 euro bill and a pack of cigarettes. I’ll just hope that I’m remembering this right, and I got all my money back. From there on, I was set, and my cloths were being made clean again. I have a phrase that I’m constantly repeating to myself during these times, “Megan, you’ll figure it out.” I always do. I don’t know how, but it happens. Do you have any funny experiences while visiting other countries?
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