On Saturday morning, I awoke to a strange tingling sensation.
I giggled as my body spasmed. "Hör auf mich zu kitzlen!" (Stop tickling me!)
"Now I know how to torture you," Jan said, as he wrapped his arms around me in a hug. "And before you try to attack me, just know that I'm not ticklish."
"That's unfair! Besides, what are we doing today, anyway?"
"I suppose you're not depressed anymore? Well, I don't know the city very well, and I venture to say that you don't either. What say you to expl