Aw, man. Last night a guy in my neighborhood was walking his dog with a red blinker attached to the back of its neck, & I felt a wave of nostalgia . . .
Like Jella, I am more talkative to strangers when I come back. This lasts a while. And I buy more food than I need.
I also keep the costuming verve going more than is strictly advisable. I was one of 3, maybe 4 people at a large Oktoberfest party last weekend who bothered to dress the part . . . only one other fraulein, & 2 people in lederhosen (a lot of people got nervous & just wore black + showed off their specs for once, or went for a vageuly Eastern European look). I wasn't even embarrassed.