German Girl

Last night I had a Friday Night In. It was soooo nice. I lit all my candles, made tea, listened to peaceful music, ate quark (it is this yogurt-like substance found here in Deutschland), and read... I was telling Ina tonight about my 'Friday Night In' and lighting candles and reading and she said, giving me a knowing look, 'And then what did you do?' Hahahahah. Hilarious. 'Oh,' she said, 'Those Germans...' I love it. I got to talk to meine Mutter last night too!! It was sooo nice. Although, we couldn't have a normal 'Apple&Tree' gossipfest because she was at work. (Shhh... don't tell...) It was sooo sooo nice to talk to her.

Today was a quiet Saturday. We went to the Lister Meile & walked around, had Chinese food for lunch. Had some CW moments while I was running today. When you run through a tourist area, you expect to be heckled, commented on, harrassed by middle schoolers, and (of course!) asked for directions. I was doing an interval run today (just random bursts of speed off and on for about 4 miles) and just as I was speeding up these women walking down the street said, 'Enschuldigung...somethinginGerman (I think there was the word telephone in there).' I had to spit out, 'Ich spreche ein bißchen Deutsch' (which I did! go me!!) while dashing away. They looked annoyed. Arg. I know I am not fast, but I am also notthatslow--I am fast enough for ppl to realize that I am working out! Don't interrupt me! The other CW-infused occurrence was hopping over the piles of dogpoop in the middle of the sidewalk. I think I have said that I think Germans own horses, not dogs (their dogs can be soooooo huuuge!) and it just made me think of 4 years spent avoiding piles of horsecrap in C-dub. For such a clean country (with such well-trained dogs) it surpises me to see that, but it also gave me a laugh.

I got my class lists for my course the other day. Before I came to Germany everyone told me that I would meet someone named Hans and end up living in Germany forever. Ina said Hans is a reaaallllly old-fashioned name and predicted that I would meet someone named Christian. What is the first guy's name I see in my Tuesday AM class--'Hans-Christian'!! (No, not Anderson, the poor kid.)

It's another quiet night in. I am listening to Dave Matthew Band--I have billions of their CD's cause I loved them my senior year of HS, then kind gave it up in college (discovered country music, thought Dave was getting a little played out for me..etc). Oh.. soo good. But, to prove my naivete, I just realized how sexual 'Crash' is... Where the hell was I at 17? jeeperscreepers. [To cement my naivete, my sophomore? year in college the Homecoming theme was 'Come Together.' Gphi--following the unbreakable rule that every homecoming tshirt must have some kind of alcohol/sexual innuendo, although in this case WM was asking for it--chose for our shirt, 'Why Come Alone When You Can Come Together.' When I heard that I said right out loud in meeting, 'Aww... that is so sweet.' Oh Heather.]

The blog will be silent for about a week because I am going here. Don't be jealous. I promise I will keep a pen-to-paper journal and retype all me adventures when I return.
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