Does your evening start out at the usual coffee bar you go to with your friends when you have nothing to do-you continue on to a person’s house who’s nickname is “the elephant” with your aforementioned friends-the house happens to be a log cabin in the  middle of nowhere-you drink beer, sit on stumps around the fire, speak four languages, get the car stuck in the snow, and have another unknown man rescue said car from the snow pile-then at 5 AM proceed to go to the bakery (which is responsible for delivering bread products to all the stores in town) for the most fresh 4th meal or breakfast ever - When in America can you walk into a bakery at 5 AM and hang out with the bread men, bother their working time, walk out with a meal, and all of it be completely normal? I’m going to be such a freak when I go home.