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I knew I needed to write something, but in between readjusting to being home, starting school again, and being at a complete loss of words for how best to sum it all up, I have put it off far too long. My last few weeks in Germany were fantastic. But at last, I boarded a train to Frankfurt and picked my parents up at the airport there. They were so tired after their flight and all I wanted to do was talk endlessly and proudly show them what had become my home. We saw castles and had lunch on Zugspitze in the Alps. I showed them things that I had discovered on my own and played tour guide at Neuschwanstein. Somehow they got tired of all the Ludwig II castles in Bavaria perhaps my enthusiasm was a bit too much. Plus I finally made sense of the confusing history of the Holy Roman Empire thanks to that tour. In the end, it was difficult to leave. Initially some things were more difficult to adjust to than others. Hearing English—and Spanish—all the time was weird. Huge stores and seeing giant expanses of nothing from the road. Strangely, nothing looked new. But I could tell that I was different and that was odd. A lot of things were just as I left them. But the bigger impact past the first few weeks has been surprising. I learned that if I could manage that, I could essentially live anywhere I wanted to and do anything with my future that I desired because I could not only survive it, but I would probably adapt and enjoy it. For instance, in Germany there are laws governing when stores can be open. Generally, everything shuts down on Sunday so that people can spend time with their families. Places also close a lot earlier over there good luck eating after pm. I miss little things about Germany. I love St. On a whole, study abroad was an incredible experience and I strongly recommend it to anyone who is considering it. I miss Germany—it is like a second home to me, and I will be going back when I get a chance. I am still in awe of all the other places I got to see and the people that I got to meet. Trust me. There are many. Speak what German you know whenever you can. Go anywhere and everywhere. Take a camera and backup batteries. Do things for the experience. Stick around when you see a festival. Time is running fast and slow at the same time. I want to sleep but I also want to enjoy every last minute I have. Before we left for study abroad, the Office of International Education at St. For a while, everything would be wonderful and new and exciting. I feel like a could belong. Adjusting to life in a new country is difficult. This could be a rough transition period, but I still have a lot to look forward to: showing my parents around and visiting Bavaria once more before I go! Ah, exams. A wonderful time of year anticipated by every student. Studying marathons! Lack of sleep! Diets consisting primarily of pasta and frozen dinners! The exam was required by St. Although I knew it would be difficult, I thought chances were, if I worked hard enough, I could at least pass it. Test anxiety is a real thing and I had a bad case of it. Medical terminology is not my forte. The thing is, my German language skills have not been developed to be functional in an exam situation like that. It was necessary. And as a result, I am much better in real-life situations conversations, asking for directions, understanding signs and newspaper articles, etc than in the classroom. All that, in less than two years. Like any test, it would be great if I passed. I attend 3 classes in German. There really are two kinds of language tests: the ones on paper, and the ones in everyday life. The community kitchen in my dorm is easily my least favorite thing about Koblenz. People smoke in there all the time, leaving cigarette ashes on the table and occasionally tobacco from rolling the cigarettes. People steal my food. Dishes go missing all the time—we currently have no scissors or pans for baking, which I found out only after preparing some chicken to bake and had nothing to put it in. I also feel really judged about what I cook in there. I really have never seen students cook like this. I, on the other hand, learned how to cook here in Koblenz. I eat a lot of baked chicken, Wurst, schnitzel which I can make from scratch! I think it only fair to say that of the kitchens in the dorm, ours is only the second worst, and the others are a lot better supplied and cleaner than ours with locks on the cabinets. The first meal I eat when I get home will be a big plate of enchiladas with rice and beans! Some queso dip and fresh corn chips too. Home is good Tex Mex. I really like the grocery stores here. You see, both customers and cashiers in Germany are extremely quick in the check out line. If quick check-out lines were an Olympic sport, the Germans would win every time. Texas has such beautiful weather. The suns shines almost every day of the year, I think. This has been my home for the past two years. I miss my student organizations, the beautiful view from the hilltop, all of the free student facilities like the computer labs and gym, our on-campus coffee shops, the gorgeous Main Building, and all the gardens and. I miss my friends and my professors, who were so supportive in getting me to Germany. I love that about our school. And regardless of whether I enjoy being back in Texas or not, I am looking forward to taking a walk across campus and just sitting down with a book under one of the trees by the Main Building. Exams in Germany hit all in one extremely unexpected and powerful wave. Occasionally I have to do some reading. To be fair, I did start on my presentations about a month and a half ago. I began reading the material, drawing up outlines, making sure I was aware of at least the subject I am covering. That is, college culture shock because the way they run things here is entirely different than they do at St. At least in the classes I am in, there is no homework or papers to write until the end. I read the material, show up to class, participate, and go home. Easy, for someone who normally writes at least 1 essay per week! No, the real stress in this system is at the end, when there is a final presentation and an essay due. This is really different than at St. It also strikes me as a bit odd. Oh, yet another story of an exchange student who spent too much time traveling and not enough time studying. Fortunately I have enough time to turn this around in my favor. That is, I have five exams coming up and I probably should not be taking any more weekends off. I really liked Prague and I would visit again sometime. What other things, you ask? Well, you see, I always try to travel as cheaply as possible. I find the Ryanair deals and use Mitfahrgelegenheit a carpooling website whenever possible. On the way to Prague, we used Mitfahrgelegenheit from Frankfurt, about a hour drive. It went smoothly, and the driver makes this trip about once a week apparently so he knew the road pretty well. I think he knew it too well because he kept checking his Facebook and that was scary. With hostels, you really do get what you pay for. There was a creepy guy who kept muttering to himself in the lobby the entire duration of our visit. He never left the lobby. I found that out the hard way. The first night, we arrived so late that everyone else was already asleep in the dorm room. I hung my coat on the bedpost as usual and put my backpack by my head. Everyone does that in hostels. In the morning, my backpack was missing and so was my jacket. As calmly as I could, I went down to reception and told them that my things had been stolen, so they called the police. I was just another tourist who got robbed because they were stupid enough not to rent a locker. I waited. And I waited. Two hours later, the manager says they found a backpack and a jacket in the smoking room. My backpack was there, sure enough, having been thrown from the second story window onto the tarp below. Anyway, my backpack had clearly been searched but most of my things were still there—my camera, the kindle, my clothes, my little yellow Kafka book, and my homework. The police came just as we found the backpack, and followed us up to the dorm room to question the other guests. As they left the room, one turned to the girls and asked,. And then they left. I could spend 3 hours in the station with an interpreter if I wanted to. I said no. So, lesson learned: put your things in a good locker or literally tie them to yourself. Even if you wake up to someone getting out of bed across the room, as I do, you may not wake up to a quiet thief. Now, with all that craziness out of the way, how was Prague? The city is full of lots of little alleyways and roads which turn in all sorts of illogical directions so that the only sure way of finding your way back to something was to follow the river or look for church spires. Of course that only makes the city that much more fun—I truly believe the best way to experience a new city is to wander about it and to get lost. Charles Bridge, built between and , is the most famous in Prague and is a huge tourist attraction. We approached the castle in the middle of a ceremony of the guards, probably their changing of the guard ceremony but it was difficult to see because of all the people. Fortunately the crowds thinned out inside the castle, mostly because there is so much to see! There are at least two churches, a castle history museum, an armory and torture tower yes that happened there , an art museum, and a treasury. The armory was really fun; the hallway full of suits of armor seemed to go on forever, and there was an opportunity to shoot a crossbow for 2 Euros or 50 Czech crowns. One of the most beautiful places in the castle is the Golden Lane, a small street with tiny, colorful houses which were used most often by castle servants but was also a residential quarter up until WWII. Some of the stories of the people who lived there are happy, some are sad. A fortune-teller kept setting the table for two, even when her son did not come back from the war. She then predicted the fall of the Third Reich and they tortured her to death for it. On the other hand, one of the houses belonged to a man who hid Czech films from the Nazis and so preserved some of the Czech culture. Of particular interest to me was the fact that Franz Kafka, one of my favorite writers, lived. Really, his novel The Castle or Das Schloss makes a lot more sense once you realize that Kafka lived in a castle himself; even if it is debated that this was the castle which influenced his writing, I think he could not have written the novel without thinking of it. Now, to be fair, the Prague Castle is in fact an old stronghold, though it does not look like it. Speaking of Kafka…. Kafka is very important to me and is, in fact, very closely related to the reason I am studying in Germany in the first place. As a freshman in college, I read some Kafka short stories for the first time and was fascinated. But the real moment of success, when I felt truly accomplished, was in Prague. It was unbelievable. The Kafka museum was fantastic. It contains many of his handwritten manuscripts and drawings, as well as the famous letter to his father. It tells the story of his life chronologically in an environment which they tried their very best to make Kafkaesque. One hallway is lined floor to ceiling with file cabinets, labeled with the names of his characters and containing some 1st editions or handwritten pages. Throughout the museum, surreal music played—it was sort of alienating. His handwriting was really beautiful, and I loved being able to read the parts of the letters which were not translated to English below them. I learned that the Czech Republic has only recently begun to embrace Kafka as one of their own, for several reasons: he wrote in German, and his works were banned until under both Nazi and Communist regimes. But some of his stories have really funny elements if you know how to look for him—they say Kafka even laughed aloud while reading them to his friends! Still, they understood that much very well and I read every single thing in that museum. Finally, someplace where people like Kafka as much as I do! It turned out to be a really good purchase, because only one or two buildings where Kafka lived or worked are marked. Using the map, I was able to retrace his steps through Prague, for example, the route his cook would take him to school in the morning. Another highlight of the Prague trip was that one night while we were there, all the churches were open to visit until very late. It was great to walk into all the old churches and hear the organ music. We also attended a short classical concert inside one church Vivaldi and Mozart, primarily which was very beautiful. Fried cheese is very, very good, especially the kind they make there. The trip back was also pretty crazy. The same driver took us back to Frankfurt, and it was pouring down rain the whole way. At one point we got off the highway to drop another passenger off, and we were driving on an unlit road which was occasionally so thickly covered in fog that when the headlights hit it, it was as if the road was on fire. A couple times the driver swerved to stay in the correct lane, or on the road at all. What made it worse was that he was trying to drive quickly enough to get us back for the last train to Koblenz from Frankfurt, which apparently is a lot earlier on Sundays than I thought. We did miss the last train and had to stay in Frankfurt overnight at a hostel, which was better than the last hostel, thank goodness. The other passenger in the car said if we needed to, we could stay in his flat for the night. Somehow I think my parents would panic if they found out about that, and a hostel is better anyway. London has a special place in the minds of Americans my age. To us, it is a city of magic, a place where our childhoods rest regardless of whether we have set food there at all. In short, it is difficult to imagine what London must be like because it is difficult to separate fact from fiction. For me, visiting London was the realization of a livelong dream, and both sides of it the imaginary and the historical have always fascinated me. Rowling originally thought, which is probably good because otherwise nobody could ever get onto a train from platform 9 or The guys outside by the platform were really nice and took my picture for free, because there was no line and I had my own camera. I think usually you have to pay. I somehow managed to find my way through the underground and to my hostel. On my first evening there, I took a walk to Hyde Park, which was beautiful. London has amazing parks! I got up early the next day and went out for a cheap English breakfast—well, cheap by London standards. Anyway, before anything was open and as people were just beginning to head to work in the morning, I saw Trafalgar Square and walked to the Houses of Parliament. The first time I saw Big Ben I let out a squeal of excitement, which caused several passers-by to give me strange looks. It was amazing to see in person! Hearing the clock strike made me so happy. It sort of imitated the chimes to help you learn how to count. Two hours early and there were already loads of people waiting! Fortunately I was able to snatch a single spot by the fence so that I could see better—one more benefit of being a lone traveler is that you always fill in the odd space and get better seats or standing places for just about everything. I was standing next to a family from Pennsylvania who seemed really disinclined to talk to me though. Fortunately there was no need to make conversation once the changing of the guard started. I especially liked when the band played towards the end. It really was like a concert though; people were pushing and shoving to get to the front and kids were literally climbing the fence posts just to see. The Tower of London requires at least an entire afternoon to visit. Fortunately I gave it that much time, and I was so glad I went. The history that happened in that one spot is just incredible! In fact, I found those rooms the most interesting because some of the people who carved their names into the walls were being kept their for their. This particular plot was orchestrated to dispose Elizabeth I and place Mary Queen of Scots on her throne. It of course failed, and the conspirators were arrested and many of them executed. I am also related to the Throckmorton family so it was really cool to see this piece of history directly related to my family! Even if my ancestor did get beheaded for it…. Shakespeare in London, how much better can it get? It was a good decision! The two were really different. However, I have to say this was a wonderful group of actors. Some of them played two parts one actress played both Cordelia and the Fool very well. It was funny, it was tragic, it was a good night out in London. And it was a very tastefully done modernization on the original, something that I will rarely admit to liking. The Tempest , on the other hand, was very traditional, complete with period costumes, sets, and effects. It was the best play I have ever seen and I really wish I could see it again! First of all, the acting was superb. Roger Allam played Prospero, and he was brilliant! Of course my favorite was Colin Morgan. He played Ariel and really brought a lot to the character. He flitted across the stage, climbed everything, danced, sang, did cartwheels, hung from the top of a platform by one hand as if he were really only floating there, and at one point descended from the ceiling on a rope. His acting, the way he said his lines and the way he responded to the other characters, also made me want to learn more about Ariel. If only Shakespeare had written more! If only there were a novel to accompany it! Ariel was perfectly fairy-like, non-human both in his movements and in his relationship with the other characters, and yet it seemed as though he wished he could have been one of them and belonged, as if, when he saw all the love and the hate and plotting of revenge and murder, he was experiencing human emotions and only beginning to understand them for the first time. The rain was falling heavily on the thatched roof of the Globe. What an unforgettable experience! Did I mention Colin Morgan has a beautiful singing voice? Or that the thunder effects were rolled behind the audience and so sounded like real rolling thunder? Or how at least 4 cast members had guest starred on Doctor Who? I could talk for days about how perfect that play was. I also found Caliban and his companions hilarious. They were the only ones really allowed to interact with the audience, without deviating from the script or character. I thought that was pretty cool, and he was easily the funniest part of the play too. During their scenes, Caliban, Stephano, or Trinculo would inevitably end up in the audience, either standing in their midst, or drinking their beer or cider. You can also get a good look at the costumes there. I had planned to visit both Westmister Abbey and the British Museum in one day, but made a very bad mistake at Westminster Abbey which caused me to delay the visit to the next day. It was really only The good news is, I did get a whole day at the British Museum. I swear. But there were a lot of people there. And who can blame them? I saw for example, among the millions of things I must have seen an Easter Island head, tons of mummies and Egyptian artifacts they even have a piece of the Sphinx , Chinese pottery and jade, and of course the Rosetta Stone. I left in a daze, my head swimming with new facts about world history. On my last day, I had until to catch a bus to the airport, and I wanted to make the most of that time. So, having been granted boundless energy for the duration of the trip, I decided to visit Westminster Abbey and b Baker Street. So, I headed down to Westminster Abbey for the second time and actually stayed until this time. Westminster Abbey is awe-inspiring. I mean, every coronation since You see, in the middle of the Abbey, they have the places of worship and all the beautiful things you see on TV when someone is married or crowned there. But what surrounds that is graves. Lots and lots of graves. The tombs are elaborate and beautiful, and the carvings are incredible. Another interesting thing they have is St. They have a deal with Scotland where they bring down the Scottish Stone of Destiny their traditional coronation chair, and yes it is a big rock to put under the St. All in all I actually like seeing where important people are buried, and standing where so much history takes place, so I liked Westminster Abbey. As a church, though, I think it is overshadowed by the graves. In a city that robs you daily, I was able to get a sandwich and drink for 3 pounds. It was pretty good, too. I did notice that inside they had lots of pictures from the Sherlock filming and even named a wrap after the show! It was like being on a set, except no one was filming, and that was surreal. Nevertheless, I appreciated the museum and thought it was kind of cute. The gift shop was nearly as interesting and had a lot of funny Sherlock Holmes related things for sale. The staff there was also really nice, taking extra care to point out my bus stop to me, which I missed anyway because I have no sense of direction. Oh well, they tried! London was fantastic! More than anything I enjoyed the history that is preserved there and seeing so many famous landmarks in person. I focused only on the history, the sights, the exploration, and that was something I needed. Originally, when I first knew I was going to St. Still, it was good to visit a city that I had been waiting to see for a while. For 3 days I explored Edinburgh and then took a train to London, where I had another 3 days to attempt to see as much of that big city as possible. Little European airports are super chill. What a relief after flying around America, with their huge x-ray machines and aggressive TSA agents! I flew out of Frankfurt-Hahn to the Edinburgh airport with Ryanair, a cheap European airlines known for allowing travelers on a budget to travel anywhere in Europe, and for sticking very tightly to rules regarding baggage limits. Everything went really smoothly though: security was just a passport and bag check, and I actually walked onto the plane from the tarmac via a set of stairs like in the old movies. It was so much fun! Landing in Edinburgh was a bit of a shock. It was raining, as I expected, and everything was in English. And I thought the difficult thing would be understanding everyone around me, but it was actually the signs. The Shell gas station had signs in English. I understood all the advertisements, and when I walked up to people at desks I simply had to ask my question in English. It was really weird, and I walked around in a daze the rest of the night. I bought a coffee and walked out after I paid—without the coffee. This is going to be a lot of fun when I get back to the US. I felt so stupid! Fortunately everything was fine the next morning. Edinburgh is beautiful. There are little Scottish pubs everywhere, and the buildings are made out of heavy grey stone. It had a really warm feel to it, despite being colder than Germany and rainy besides. My hostel was located just at the foot of the Edinburgh Castle, and it too was decorated like a castle on the inside! I spend almost the entirety of my first day at the Edinburgh Castle. There must be 5 museums there, plus the view, a tea room, and the historic rooms of the castle! The Castle also houses the Scottish crown jewels, preserved since the union of England and Scotland in as part of the conditions of unity. They were incredibly beautiful and it was a great opportunity to learn more about Scotland as a kingdom, instead of regarding it simply as part of the UK. It started raining and I was exhausted after the castle so I went back to the hostel and rest a while before dinner. As a lone traveler, it is not often that anyone invites me to join them for something so I jumped at the opportunity, even though it was clear it would pour down rain on us by the end. And rain it did. About halfway up we noticed some rain clouds heading our direction, obscuring the view but not destroying it—you can see so far from up there! We continued upwards, despite the clouds, and made it to the top just as it started to rain. While the view was great up there, the most frightening place you can be in the middle of a storm is the top of a mountain so we quickly made our way back down. For dinner, one of the hostel employees suggested that I eat at a new chicken wings restaurant, just open on weekends and hidden to anyone except the locals. No one has ever been more right! There was one long table and two shorter ones with a cash register and a TV for playing Mario Kart. There was nowhere for me to sit by myself so a guy at one of the smaller tables invited me to sit with him, and his 2 friends when they got there. It was the best dinner I had on that trip! Not only were the wings amazing and cheap, but I got to have a great conversation with 3 complete strangers. One of them was from Scotland, the other was American but studying there, and the third was another American friend on a visit. We talked about football, traveling, Germany, Scotland, local food, and half a dozen other things. It was amazing! Definitely the best thing you can do while traveling is to find one of these little places. Day two was another treat: I got to hang out with a friend from St. One of the great things about St. We went to a local pub for lunch fish and chips! Upon returning to the hostel, I met some girls from Canada who were traveling around Europe. They were so friendly and we shared a lot of interests. Yes, apparently British television can bring people together from all over the world. So, we went out to dinner, joined by an Australian from our room, and it was probably the most fun I had the whole time in Edinburgh. Oh, and after talking to them for a while, I found out that 2 of the Canadians were homeschooled! We swapped stories about that for a while too. What a small world! But before that, I joined my new friends for breakfast at a little Scottish cafe not far from the hostel. I cannot describe how much I miss breakfast food. And when I travel, most of the time I find cold cuts and bread are the traditional breakfast food. I have no idea. That said, I ordered a big bowl of porridge and a coffee. Both were amazing and most welcome! Oh, and one more thing about breakfast: the Scottish breakfast is amazing! Anyway I was brave enough to order it one morning. And by brave I mean I actually ate the black pudding. Yeah…strange stuff. I mean, it tastes kind of meaty but the real problem is just thinking about it. Visiting the UK was very refreshing. It was like coming home without coming back to America. That is, while Edinburgh and London are not at all like Austin—I still had the experience of visiting someplace new—at the same time I found some comforting things that I had missed in Germany. I ate a cheeseburger, macaroni and cheese, and chicken wings. I experienced a history and visited places more familiar to Americans because they are, in a way, also our history because we find our origins in the UK. It was a much-needed break and a long awaited journey. People really are one of the most interesting things about traveling. The tourist is loud. As a disclaimer, these are always generalizations. I could be completely wrong. But they are my experiences. The bravest traveler I ever met was from Japan. In general, Japanese tourists travel in packs. They are everywhere. They seem to enjoy themselves a lot. Now, the Japanese traveler I met was alone. He was backpacking across Europe and was staying at my hostel when I visited Neuschwanstein. He spoke very little English, and what he did know was self-taught, but he seemed to understand what I was saying to him. I made sure he got through the ticket-buying process ok and that he found his tour at both castles. On the way to Neuschwanstein, we picked up a few other travelers from Spain and Bavaria, and I had to translate their accented English or German to something he could understand. And ultimately, I really admired that Japanese traveler—he was all the way across the world, alone, without knowing the language, but he still did it. Australians are another group that seems to be everywhere. In Munich, they knew about the beer and that was about it. Well, they at least seemed really interested. They go everywhere for months at a time. And then of course, there are the Americans. Ah, what can I say about my fellow Americans? The one in Amsterdam was a redhead and we had a funny conversation about redheads all over the world, and what happens once you reach the age of 50 or so. The great thing about Americans is that, in general, they are really friendly if I approach them and start a conversation. But during my six days in Munich, I got truly tired of Americans. Guys, you are really loud. For example: during those six days, I stayed in a 12 person dorm room. Everybody kept coming back late and drunk. The Italians were loud but they went straight to bed. The French talked to one another in low voices by flashlight. I never heard the Japanese even open the door they were so quiet. The Spanish woke me up but were fine after 10 minutes. But the Americans were the only ones who turned on the lights and attempted to play a drunken game of cards at 2am. It works. He is, of course, from Germany. Last summer he took a paddle boat with his friends all the way from Koblenz to Istanbul. What an adventure! The amazing thing is that the common language is usually English rather than German, and her English was pretty good. But what would an American have in common with someone from China? Yes, we had a whole conversation about Sheldon, Leonard, Howard, and Penny! It was fantastic! Not only did we share similar opinions on the characters, but we understood the same jokes. The Turkish girls love to take photos in front of beautiful works of architecture, and I went with one of them to an art museum in Munich where we must have seen 1, pictures of Jesus. One student from Greece is incredibly kind, welcoming in all situations, and might travel to Paris with me. Four of our exchange students come from Jordan and they are some of the the nicest people I have ever met; one traveled all the way from Remagen just to eat tacos with me for dinner. I am so glad to have met all these people, both while traveling and within the exchange program at the Hochschule. I get the feeling this will be one of the things that I will miss the most when I go back home! Looking back at all my posts, I always seem ridiculously happy. A lot of these challenges were expected, and some I had not anticipated. What I find most challenging is…. Learning more is one of the greatest joys and also the greatest challenges of studying in Germany. The language can be particularly frustrating as my knowledge of German seems to fluctuate on a daily basis. One day I can have a long conversation with someone in German at a restaurant or party, leaving very happy with myself for my continuously improving language skills, and the next day I will forget how to order dinner. One thing that is fortunately better now is the stress of always hearing German. It must have had something to do with being in a foreign environment for the first time, and regardless of how well you speak the language, it can be quite stressful hearing something that is not your first language all the time. Now I love speaking in German and I prefer it to English most of the time, simply because I want to learn. Travels are much more fun to share. But I do miss a lot of things from Texas—my friends and family most of all. But there are only a few very important things that I miss about America and Texas other than my friends and family. I miss the food, especially Mexican food. German food is great, and they have wonderful Asian and Italian food here too. The beer is better than in America and the Coke is too must be the sugar. They keep asking me to make tacos again so it must have been a success. Free bathrooms. You even have to pay in restaurants, train stations, and museums. Did I mention we have to pay for water too? Instead of saving money by drinking water, you save money by drinking nothing. I sense a problem here. Grocery stores are closed Sunday, along with just about everything else in Koblenz except restaurants. Berlin was incredible because they had grocery stores that were always open, something I take for granted in Texas. The transfer credits are a pain to work out! In addition to the transfer credits, classes are just handled here differently. I made it, though! I finally have all my classes figured out and now all I need to do is focus on passing them. This is another one that was more of a problem in the beginning, but is still relevant. I am not the most social person. I would be quite happy to stay in my room when I get back from the Hochschule, but I do actually want to meet people. At first, people are really friendly and will invite you everywhere. Like making friends anywhere else, it requires effort from both parties. I do actually like traveling alone. So, I try to keep a balance of which trips I make alone and which ones I do with other people, because each method has its own advantages and disadvantages. If you travel alone, you get to go where you want to at your own pace and eat what you want. But if you travel with other people, you get more pictures of yourself and your friends, plus memories that you will share together for years down the road. For the most part, studying abroad has been a lot easier than I thought it would be, in terms of adjusting to the culture and dealing with homesickness. I think a lot of people have unrealistic expectations for what will be challenging and what will be a typical day for studying abroad. I have a local grocery store and I know where all my favorite food is. I like Apfelschorle apple soda and I know which brands I prefer. Even the challenges have been more exciting and fascinating than frustrating. As with everything, it is a learning experience, and the most enjoyable one possible! I do very much miss the Alps. And I was devastated at first. Posted in Koblenz Comments Off on Two kinds of language tests. Warning: long rant about our kitchen. I miss my student organizations, the beautiful view from the hilltop, all of the free student facilities like the computer labs and gym, our on-campus coffee shops, the gorgeous Main Building, and all the gardens and Beautiful Texas weather? Obligatory shot of the Main Building in beautiful weather? Now, I regret to say that I have to get back to studying for my finals. Wish me luck! And with that, my 30 minute break is up. Time to go read some more German articles! A short entry on exams as an American exchange student. This is Prague and the Prague Castle. Prague is beautiful. Charles Bridge at a relatively uncrowded time of day. Really the Castle is the whole complex of buildings by the Cathedral there… One of the most beautiful places in the castle is the Golden Lane, a small street with tiny, colorful houses which were used most often by castle servants but was also a residential quarter up until WWII. Kafka Statue in the Jewish Quarter Another highlight of the Prague trip was that one night while we were there, all the churches were open to visit until very late. Also, Prague is most beautiful at night. This is Old Town Square: almost empty and beautifully lit! And then I took amazing pictures. About 1, of them. I could take you guys more seriously without the fuzzy hats. In fact, I found those rooms the most interesting because some of the people who carved their names into the walls were being kept their for their I feel like I should apologize or something but this is really cool! The Globe, set for the Tempest! Lots and lots of Egypt. Have a Tower Bridge. This is the castle from my hostel door. Scottish weather… For dinner, one of the hostel employees suggested that I eat at a new chicken wings restaurant, just open on weekends and hidden to anyone except the locals. London entry to come soon! And I desperately hope I am not one. Skip to toolbar Search. More Photos.

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Have you ever been to a town where herrings swim past you at eye level? A Hamburger just in case you wonder, that is what the citizens of Hamburg are called tells me that this is the only form of rain he considers as such. Everything less is not even worth a mention. I wonder how bad the weather in Hamburg talking about the famous harbour town in northern Germany really is and after a quick research I learn that the accumulated hours of sunshine for the month of July in Hamburg were This is pretty similar to the amount of sunshine on the highest mountain in Germany, the Zugspitze. I also find out that the hype about Berlin is as big as the hours of sunshine. The capital of Germany experienced a whopping And while we are at it, Munich is most certainly Germany's trophy-town for a reason. The glitterati could get an even deeper tan while enjoying a breathtaking The Hamburgers know quite well that the rest of the world I might be slightly exaggerating here is aware of it and they respond to all comments about the weather wryly. That was yesterday. It was in that instant that I knew I had a few good hours ahead of me. We all know there is no such thing as bad weather but only the wrong clothes. In the hours to come I hear great stories and meet an interesting bunch of people and I soon forget the rain The Sternschanze in Hamburg Altona. In the German Nazi regime enlarged Hamburg with simply including former Prussian towns, and one of them was Altona. Today the town has got a bit over boroughs, and the Sternschanze, as a part of the administrative district of Altona, has been created as recent as March The Sternschanze is an area with a lot of nightlife and cafes and restaurants but also with independent book-, chocolate-, and shoe stores. In the centre of the Schanzenviertel is the Rote Flora. You wonder where this name comes from? For more than half a century the Flora was one of the best addresses in Germany when it came to cabaret and operetta. That store had been founded in by a self-made entrepreneur who began with making saucepans from English aircraft sheet. Later that store moved into another area of Hamburg but customers started to demand the cheap online prices, and since that wasn't doable the hardware store had to close its doors after 64 years. Investors planned to show a musical at the Flora but failed in the protest and resistance in the Schanzenviertel. That was the time when the Flora became The Rote Flora, and over the last 25 years it has been a place of subculture and of non-commercial activities. The colour red stands for passion and determination, and is also a symbol of antifascism and resistance. The squatters actively show resistance whenever investors want to change the Flora to commercialize it. So far they have done an excellent job. No one knows what would have happened to the Sternschanze if that big musical production and all visitors and tour buses would have arrived. It is not really a mountain, but an old bunker. The Kilimanschanzo helps to keep the Flora Park lively. Young people in the Schanzenviertel benefit from it as a meeting place. You see, there is a lot going on here in this borough. People long to live in a nice community and dream of speciality stores but not many understand that store owners need money to make a living. The store owners I speak to in the Schanzenviertel all feel the urge to do something for their small businesses as well as for the development of their borough. This is a rare attitude in this homogenised world we live in. When I look around me these days I see lots of figures happily running through this world in their trainers, only talking to people who have more than , followers on YouTube and eating burgers in expensive fast food joints, strongly believing that that is what makes them proper nonconformists. Why not become truly community-minded? Visit the Sternschanze and train your ability to perceive. There are many things to think about. Eat the World in the borough of Schanzenviertel. It is easy and affordable to have lunch at a cheesemonger instead of buying food at one of the giant fast-food outlets. Eat at specialty stores and support the community. Many of these stores and small restaurants in the area are open from as early as 7am and open till midnight so that people can come together to eat at communal tables while sitting on beer garden benches. Germany is a pretty open-minded society and has been the home of lots of immigrants from all over the world for many decades. Everybody brought their traditions and cooking style with them and today it is all part of the German culture. Taste the coriander in the falafel while marvelling at the architecture of a row of three-storey terrace homes built in the backyards of the upper-class during the founder period to accommodate factory workers, artisans and servants. Taste the freshness of the handmade vegetarian pasta with rucola in the USA it is called arugula in an old abattoir of Hamburg. Taste the melt in your mouth softness of the puff pastry with tomatoes and olives at a cafe which had been previously used as a butcher. Taste that famous potato salad plus curry-sauce in a tiny snack bar with a long history. Experience the enriching influence of different nationalities and enjoy the fact that everything is prepared by chefs from all over the world. You will soon understand the diversity of the German society. Store specialised in tea and all things sweet - and look at the floor. As a cultural purist, this is what I really want from travelling. See and understand how locals live. And to me travelling is often all about the food. I was a guest of eat-the-world but I obviously maintain full editorial control of the content published in this article. You better leave your preconceptions about greasy hash browns or lifeless and overcooked kale traditional German staple foods After the tour with Claudia I had a pretty good understanding of how life in the Sternschanze works, and needless to say I was happy I had worn my rain jacket, really, herrings swam past me at eye level for most of the time. From Berlin with love. Labels: Germany. Newer Post Older Post Home.

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