So I am slightly lost as far as what I have written here, what I have written in emails, and what I have written to family and friends personally. At any rate, I received a request for the resolution of yet another tale, the tale of my lost guitar.
Basically, I got to Frankfurt a week and a half ago, and my guitar decided not to come with me. Only I didn't know that my guitar didn't want to come until I went to get it in checked baggage, and it wasn't there. Needless to say, I was sad, but also bucked up because Alex told me that they would retrieve it free of charge. When the person at the Lost Baggage center told me the same thing, I was encouraged.
To cut a loquatious story short, I have my guitar back, and it has been a sorce of joy and comfort to me.
--Andrew, your case worked wonders, it's as snug as a bug in an armored truck. I'm keeping my eyes skinned for a Deutschland sticker, I found a music shop but haven't had the chance to go inside. Hoffentlich this fin de semana...
Yes, I just mentioned someone specifically by name. And that leads me to my next point. If you post a comment to any of my blog entries, could you please identify yourself? Otherwise, I have no clue who you are or what you are talking about. There, that was a bit of blunt german dialogue for you. I'm just trying to fit into the culture here...
Tomorrow we are going on a field trip, which will be exciting, and merit many much blog writings.
Until next time then, au revoir!
24.2.08
Rejoice with me, for I have found my lost Fotoapperat
Well, I was wrestling idealism last night, because I realized that too much is happening for me keep everyone updated about everything. Therefore, I am no longer going to try and include every single experience ever in this blog. Sorry.
Wenn ich alles schreibe, mache ich nichts. If I write everything, I'll do nothing.
That said, another sage. This I have entitled,
'never leave your camera in a restaurant, especially when you are in a country where you barely speak the language.'
So about halfway through last week, a couple of my fellow BCA Studenten and I went to a little Pizza place called Maxx. It was delish, but unfortunately, I forgot my camera there. Even MORE unfortunately, I didn't realize that I'd left my camera there until two days later, because I didn't have time to take any pictures, and I thought it was just in the bottom of my backpack.
So I retraced my steps, and decided that the only place I could have left it was Maxx. So I had to go back (which took some finding) and try and ask (in German) if anyone had left a camera there that week. Thanks to Alex Becker, I was armed with the necessary vocabulary, and actually was able to communicate very clearly with the lady at the counter. 'hat jemand hier eine Camera verlassen?' said I, 'Ja, vor drei Tage?' said she...etc.
Anyway, she had found my camera (it was the same lady who had served us) and put it in a safe place, telling her fellow workers that if anyone came in looking for a camera, that it was there.
You can imagine our shared chagrin when the camera WASN'T there.
She looked frantically around, and called a couple of people who weren't working that day, and finally told me sorry, and that I should come back that evening, when the other girl would be in, who might know where the camera had been moved to.
So I came back, and it was a repeat of the first time, only this time, they said to come back the next day. Saturday morning, I went, did some shopping a lovely open air market, and then went to Maxx. I wondered if I would be considered a regular after this adventure, even though I'd only bought anything once.
Finally, the clouds parted, heaven smiled upon the little Pizza place, and she beaming gave me my lost coin. I called all my neighbors, we slaughtered the fattened calf, and all was once again joy and merriment.
so now I have my camera back, no worse for wear other than that one of the rechargeable batteries must have fallen out, so now I only have one pair, which take a day to charge, so I have to plan ahead so I have batteries for important photo ops.
Speaking of which, it is beautiful outside today, so I am going to go get some sweet pics of the Schloß while I can, and hopefully I can upload them in the near future.
Viel Glück!
Wenn ich alles schreibe, mache ich nichts. If I write everything, I'll do nothing.
That said, another sage. This I have entitled,
'never leave your camera in a restaurant, especially when you are in a country where you barely speak the language.'
So about halfway through last week, a couple of my fellow BCA Studenten and I went to a little Pizza place called Maxx. It was delish, but unfortunately, I forgot my camera there. Even MORE unfortunately, I didn't realize that I'd left my camera there until two days later, because I didn't have time to take any pictures, and I thought it was just in the bottom of my backpack.
So I retraced my steps, and decided that the only place I could have left it was Maxx. So I had to go back (which took some finding) and try and ask (in German) if anyone had left a camera there that week. Thanks to Alex Becker, I was armed with the necessary vocabulary, and actually was able to communicate very clearly with the lady at the counter. 'hat jemand hier eine Camera verlassen?' said I, 'Ja, vor drei Tage?' said she...etc.
Anyway, she had found my camera (it was the same lady who had served us) and put it in a safe place, telling her fellow workers that if anyone came in looking for a camera, that it was there.
You can imagine our shared chagrin when the camera WASN'T there.
She looked frantically around, and called a couple of people who weren't working that day, and finally told me sorry, and that I should come back that evening, when the other girl would be in, who might know where the camera had been moved to.
So I came back, and it was a repeat of the first time, only this time, they said to come back the next day. Saturday morning, I went, did some shopping a lovely open air market, and then went to Maxx. I wondered if I would be considered a regular after this adventure, even though I'd only bought anything once.
Finally, the clouds parted, heaven smiled upon the little Pizza place, and she beaming gave me my lost coin. I called all my neighbors, we slaughtered the fattened calf, and all was once again joy and merriment.
so now I have my camera back, no worse for wear other than that one of the rechargeable batteries must have fallen out, so now I only have one pair, which take a day to charge, so I have to plan ahead so I have batteries for important photo ops.
Speaking of which, it is beautiful outside today, so I am going to go get some sweet pics of the Schloß while I can, and hopefully I can upload them in the near future.
Viel Glück!
21.2.08
The sage meines Zimmers
Ok, so I owe everyone the amazing story if my room. The story is this. After lugging my horridly heavy suitcase up exactly 139 steps to the castle and into Kelsey's room (she is another Messiah BCA student, who was here for fall semester also, and who lives in the Schloß), I found out that I didnt have a room.
See, I was supposed to get Kelsey's room, but she was still in it, and even though she was going to move to a different room in the next few days, her Mitbewohnerin--her roommate--would be there until the middle of March or later.
So Kelsey took me to the other building across the cobblestone parking lot, up another 50 stairs or so (haven't counted those ones yet) to the top apartment, where the Collegium Philippinum's Gastzimmer--guest room--is. Guess what? There was already a Guest there! Only he wasn't supposed to be there, he was supposed to be in his friend's room, who had left. Oops though, his friend was still there!
I did what any beliegered person would do; I dropped my bags and went and saw a monster movie.
It was actually a pretty crappy movie, unfortunately,--Don't see the Blair Witch style alien movie, whatever you do-- but when I got back to the Schloß, I had a room!
The only problem was that I still didn´t have a key to get into the building, so I was locked out. I hung my head in the middle of the foggy, dark, cobbelstone courtyard, and a tear trickled down my cheek...well, it would have, only I don´t know how to cry in german, so I just made frustrated grunting sounds. I went and buzzed kelsey's room, and her roommate answered the door, cutting off my feeble german 'ist Kelsey da...?' with a cold english 'no, she's gone.'
a little side note here. one of the most depressing things I have experienced here is Germans not giving me a chance to attempt to speak in German. It's not a great confidence booster when people cut you off and try and MAKE you speak your native tongue. I mean, was I that bad?
Anyway, I was able to bang on the director's door (who speaks very quickly, and baffels me, but is at least very nice and doesn't stop me from speaking German) and he lets me into my building. I stumble up the stairs, to find an empty room waiting for me. Wunderbar.
The next evening, I am again locked out, again, I buzz on Kelsey's door, again her roommate sends me to the director. Again, the wonderful, warm director jabbers at me at a million wordsa minute, and lets me into the building, saying something about a 'Schlüssel,' which I am able to gather is the German word for 'key.' Armed with this new vocabulary, I march up into the room to see if I can get such a Schlüssel. No one is there, so I sit down to read. A little while later, in comes one of the residents. He says something rapidly, extending his hand. I assume he is introducing himself, and though I have no idea what he just said his name was, I give him mine. He asks how I am doing (this time slower--something must have clicked that I'm no native), and I say fine, but a little confused, because I have no Schlüssel. No Schlüsse? he asks. That is terrible! So he procedes to search all over the apartment for the extra key. He can't find it, so he does the smart thing and Phones a Friend. friend can't help, but another friend walks through the door at that moment, and after a corus of 'keine Schlüssel,' he joins in the search. A girl walks in, and now there are three people looking, and me feeling very awkward about all the attention I'm getting.
At long last, the key is found, and everything is smiles and back-patting. I have a Schlüssel, and can join the ranks of the not-locked-out.
So that's my current posish. I'll write more later, but now it's time for Baguettes with Alex, the part of the show where Alex Becker comes out and feeds me his leftover Baguettes.
God made you special and he loves you very much! bye!
See, I was supposed to get Kelsey's room, but she was still in it, and even though she was going to move to a different room in the next few days, her Mitbewohnerin--her roommate--would be there until the middle of March or later.
So Kelsey took me to the other building across the cobblestone parking lot, up another 50 stairs or so (haven't counted those ones yet) to the top apartment, where the Collegium Philippinum's Gastzimmer--guest room--is. Guess what? There was already a Guest there! Only he wasn't supposed to be there, he was supposed to be in his friend's room, who had left. Oops though, his friend was still there!
I did what any beliegered person would do; I dropped my bags and went and saw a monster movie.
It was actually a pretty crappy movie, unfortunately,--Don't see the Blair Witch style alien movie, whatever you do-- but when I got back to the Schloß, I had a room!
The only problem was that I still didn´t have a key to get into the building, so I was locked out. I hung my head in the middle of the foggy, dark, cobbelstone courtyard, and a tear trickled down my cheek...well, it would have, only I don´t know how to cry in german, so I just made frustrated grunting sounds. I went and buzzed kelsey's room, and her roommate answered the door, cutting off my feeble german 'ist Kelsey da...?' with a cold english 'no, she's gone.'
a little side note here. one of the most depressing things I have experienced here is Germans not giving me a chance to attempt to speak in German. It's not a great confidence booster when people cut you off and try and MAKE you speak your native tongue. I mean, was I that bad?
Anyway, I was able to bang on the director's door (who speaks very quickly, and baffels me, but is at least very nice and doesn't stop me from speaking German) and he lets me into my building. I stumble up the stairs, to find an empty room waiting for me. Wunderbar.
The next evening, I am again locked out, again, I buzz on Kelsey's door, again her roommate sends me to the director. Again, the wonderful, warm director jabbers at me at a million wordsa minute, and lets me into the building, saying something about a 'Schlüssel,' which I am able to gather is the German word for 'key.' Armed with this new vocabulary, I march up into the room to see if I can get such a Schlüssel. No one is there, so I sit down to read. A little while later, in comes one of the residents. He says something rapidly, extending his hand. I assume he is introducing himself, and though I have no idea what he just said his name was, I give him mine. He asks how I am doing (this time slower--something must have clicked that I'm no native), and I say fine, but a little confused, because I have no Schlüssel. No Schlüsse? he asks. That is terrible! So he procedes to search all over the apartment for the extra key. He can't find it, so he does the smart thing and Phones a Friend. friend can't help, but another friend walks through the door at that moment, and after a corus of 'keine Schlüssel,' he joins in the search. A girl walks in, and now there are three people looking, and me feeling very awkward about all the attention I'm getting.
At long last, the key is found, and everything is smiles and back-patting. I have a Schlüssel, and can join the ranks of the not-locked-out.
So that's my current posish. I'll write more later, but now it's time for Baguettes with Alex, the part of the show where Alex Becker comes out and feeds me his leftover Baguettes.
God made you special and he loves you very much! bye!
20.2.08
2 posts in one
This blog will include 2 posts: the one at the bottom of it was writtin on microsoft word the first day I arrived. Also, please pardon any spelling errors, this key board is weird, for instance the z is where the y is on US kezboards.
Today!
today we walked our feet off in the rain, getting the grand tour of marburg. There is a lot of amazing stuff here, and more history than you can shake a Wurst at.
We got a tour of the main Schloß building, which is right next to where I am staying right now. it was incredible, and I accidently walked on a floor that was 200 years older than the united states of america. luckily the tour guide just smiled sweetly and said ´laufen Sie auf den Teppich, bitte.' walk on the carpet, please.
Undeer this insanely old castle, there is an even older ruins. there are clear floor panels through which you can see some of the ruins. I tried to understand what the tourguidee said (it was all auf Deutsch), and I think it was a Jewish synagogue, but Im not sure.
The rest of the tour was just Herr Riggs, the BCA guy (hes pretty great) taking us all over Marburg showing us important or fun things. most importantly though, I found out where the post office is, so I can send my family and Freundin fun things in the mail! woo hoo!
The other exciting thing that happened today was that I got my bank card to work, which was good because I only had 1.23 Euros left, and I also found a Fair Trade store with Fair Trade chocolate! that was very exciting, and I even have a coupon for it that I got from the Stadbüro for being a guest in Marburg.
That's all for now; I'll try and give an in-depth explanation of my housing situation tomorrow, which is turning out to be full of drama and suspense (though I finally have a key so that I can get into my building without banging on doors and bothering people!)
Tschüss, or as it is pronounced here, 'Dschüss.' it sounds like 'juice...'
Ende
18.2.2008
I dont have internet right now, but I wanted to give an account of my first day in marburg while it is still fresh in my mind.
Im pretty exhausted. its been a long, hard day. we landed in frankfurt at 7:37 am, germany time (1;35 US time). I only slept 3 hours on the plane, and they were fitful hours, so I was pretty whooped. I dont think I would have made it without the cup of hot tea the stewardess brought me. come to think of it, that tea and God are probably all that got me through today on 3 hours of schlaf.
we went to get our luggage, and my guitar was nowhere to be found. I was too tired to be worried though, and filled out the necessary forms to have my missing piece mailed to me when it was found. It turns out that it was a blessing that the guitar was lost, because it meant one less thing to carry--a boon to a poor chap running on less than the 8 prescribed hours...
As tired as I was though, and as stressful as it was to have people yammering at me in a language that I couldnt understand well (they speak a different german here. it is much more rapid without any spaces between words), I couldnt help but be excited to hear the language i'd been studying, suddenly spoken all around me, coming out of the mouths of regular people in regular situations.
I did have one successful German language exchange, in the airport asking directions to the baggage claim. It only lasted 20 seconds, but I treasure it because the rest of the day was not nearly so gut. Im sure it will get better, especially as I (hopefully) wont be spending my days on 3 hours of sleep! still, it was a little discouraging to realize just how little I really know.
Some of my culture shock was entertaining too. I walked into the WC(water closet, aka bathroom) in the airport, and was confronted by a lady. at first, I thought I had made a terrible blunder, but then I realized she was a cleaning lady. I started to bow out the door, when she gestured emphatically towards the stalls, saying, 'alles clean!' or something like that. I realized she was trying to tell me that it was all right--she had finished the stalls, I could use them. Apparently German cleaning ladies dont think its weird to hang around in the mens room while there are men in there using it.
now it is 9:27pm, and I need to sleep. we have orientation at 10 tomorrow and before then I need to figure out how I can get some breakfast.
Bis später!
Today!
today we walked our feet off in the rain, getting the grand tour of marburg. There is a lot of amazing stuff here, and more history than you can shake a Wurst at.
We got a tour of the main Schloß building, which is right next to where I am staying right now. it was incredible, and I accidently walked on a floor that was 200 years older than the united states of america. luckily the tour guide just smiled sweetly and said ´laufen Sie auf den Teppich, bitte.' walk on the carpet, please.
Undeer this insanely old castle, there is an even older ruins. there are clear floor panels through which you can see some of the ruins. I tried to understand what the tourguidee said (it was all auf Deutsch), and I think it was a Jewish synagogue, but Im not sure.
The rest of the tour was just Herr Riggs, the BCA guy (hes pretty great) taking us all over Marburg showing us important or fun things. most importantly though, I found out where the post office is, so I can send my family and Freundin fun things in the mail! woo hoo!
The other exciting thing that happened today was that I got my bank card to work, which was good because I only had 1.23 Euros left, and I also found a Fair Trade store with Fair Trade chocolate! that was very exciting, and I even have a coupon for it that I got from the Stadbüro for being a guest in Marburg.
That's all for now; I'll try and give an in-depth explanation of my housing situation tomorrow, which is turning out to be full of drama and suspense (though I finally have a key so that I can get into my building without banging on doors and bothering people!)
Tschüss, or as it is pronounced here, 'Dschüss.' it sounds like 'juice...'
Ende
18.2.2008
I dont have internet right now, but I wanted to give an account of my first day in marburg while it is still fresh in my mind.
Im pretty exhausted. its been a long, hard day. we landed in frankfurt at 7:37 am, germany time (1;35 US time). I only slept 3 hours on the plane, and they were fitful hours, so I was pretty whooped. I dont think I would have made it without the cup of hot tea the stewardess brought me. come to think of it, that tea and God are probably all that got me through today on 3 hours of schlaf.
we went to get our luggage, and my guitar was nowhere to be found. I was too tired to be worried though, and filled out the necessary forms to have my missing piece mailed to me when it was found. It turns out that it was a blessing that the guitar was lost, because it meant one less thing to carry--a boon to a poor chap running on less than the 8 prescribed hours...
As tired as I was though, and as stressful as it was to have people yammering at me in a language that I couldnt understand well (they speak a different german here. it is much more rapid without any spaces between words), I couldnt help but be excited to hear the language i'd been studying, suddenly spoken all around me, coming out of the mouths of regular people in regular situations.
I did have one successful German language exchange, in the airport asking directions to the baggage claim. It only lasted 20 seconds, but I treasure it because the rest of the day was not nearly so gut. Im sure it will get better, especially as I (hopefully) wont be spending my days on 3 hours of sleep! still, it was a little discouraging to realize just how little I really know.
Some of my culture shock was entertaining too. I walked into the WC(water closet, aka bathroom) in the airport, and was confronted by a lady. at first, I thought I had made a terrible blunder, but then I realized she was a cleaning lady. I started to bow out the door, when she gestured emphatically towards the stalls, saying, 'alles clean!' or something like that. I realized she was trying to tell me that it was all right--she had finished the stalls, I could use them. Apparently German cleaning ladies dont think its weird to hang around in the mens room while there are men in there using it.
now it is 9:27pm, and I need to sleep. we have orientation at 10 tomorrow and before then I need to figure out how I can get some breakfast.
Bis später!
17.2.08
Aufwiedersehen
Well, today is the day!
In less than 12 hours I will be on the plane, and by about 2 am tomorrow, I will be in Germany.
My room is a mess, I'm trying to figure out if I'll have time to take a shower, before I go, and I can only one glove, for the 4 hundredth time.
Needless to say, I'm a bundle of conflicting emotions. I'm so excited to be there, but I am loath to leave. Saying goodbye has been really hard, and the worst one--the dreaded but crucial airport goodbye--is still to come. But my weariness of goodbyes has in turn made me more anxious to go, so that it will be over, and I can get down to the hum-drum task of missing everyone!
And now I look at the clock, and I have 45 minutes before I have to leave. So it is time to say Aufwiedersehen. That word, though used in saying farewell, is comforting.
Goodbye, it certainly is, but more literally translated, it signifies "pending our next meeting," or
auf -wieder -sehen
upon (until)-once again-seeing
Aufwiedersehen--until I see you again!
In less than 12 hours I will be on the plane, and by about 2 am tomorrow, I will be in Germany.
My room is a mess, I'm trying to figure out if I'll have time to take a shower, before I go, and I can only one glove, for the 4 hundredth time.
Needless to say, I'm a bundle of conflicting emotions. I'm so excited to be there, but I am loath to leave. Saying goodbye has been really hard, and the worst one--the dreaded but crucial airport goodbye--is still to come. But my weariness of goodbyes has in turn made me more anxious to go, so that it will be over, and I can get down to the hum-drum task of missing everyone!
And now I look at the clock, and I have 45 minutes before I have to leave. So it is time to say Aufwiedersehen. That word, though used in saying farewell, is comforting.
Goodbye, it certainly is, but more literally translated, it signifies "pending our next meeting," or
auf -wieder -sehen
upon (until)-once again-seeing
Aufwiedersehen--until I see you again!
11.2.08
Leave taking
Well, in exactly 5 days to the hour, I will be in the air. That's really exciting, really scary, and really sobering all at once.
This weekend I visited Messiah to say goodbye to some of my best friends in the whole world, and it was really hard. The visit itself was wonderful--I couldn't have asked for a better "last huzza," but it was hard to realize I wasn't going to be hanging out with those people again for a long time. It's funny how much you notice tiny details of someone's personality when you are facing a goodbye. Little things that you took for granted become precious, and a goofy comment is burnt in your heart forever.
Don't get me wrong, I really am looking forward to being in Germany--I can hardly wait! But I am not looking forward to the going. I'm not sure I can bear to say goodbye to all the amazing people in my life, even if I know it won't actually be that long until I see them; six months will blaze by before I know it.
I'm tired of saying goodbye! My excitement to go has been replaced with a desperation to just get there, so that this wretched business of having to separate from loved ones will be over. Somehow, separation is easier to deal with on a day to day basis than the actual act of leaving. I guess you just learn to function, and enjoy life as you have it.
I'm already emotionally exhausted, and I've got 5 more days before I say goodbye to my family...this could be a difficult week.
I can't wait until the day when goodbyes will be a thing of the past...
This weekend I visited Messiah to say goodbye to some of my best friends in the whole world, and it was really hard. The visit itself was wonderful--I couldn't have asked for a better "last huzza," but it was hard to realize I wasn't going to be hanging out with those people again for a long time. It's funny how much you notice tiny details of someone's personality when you are facing a goodbye. Little things that you took for granted become precious, and a goofy comment is burnt in your heart forever.
Don't get me wrong, I really am looking forward to being in Germany--I can hardly wait! But I am not looking forward to the going. I'm not sure I can bear to say goodbye to all the amazing people in my life, even if I know it won't actually be that long until I see them; six months will blaze by before I know it.
I'm tired of saying goodbye! My excitement to go has been replaced with a desperation to just get there, so that this wretched business of having to separate from loved ones will be over. Somehow, separation is easier to deal with on a day to day basis than the actual act of leaving. I guess you just learn to function, and enjoy life as you have it.
I'm already emotionally exhausted, and I've got 5 more days before I say goodbye to my family...this could be a difficult week.
I can't wait until the day when goodbyes will be a thing of the past...
5.2.08
11 days and counting
Holy cats, where did all the time go? I was sitting in my room filing my taxes today, when I realized that my time at home has dwindled to less than 2 weeks. If I count up the actual days I will be home in my house, they number 7 or less, since I'll be visiting people at Messiah College, and then my grandparents.
It's really weird, because up until now, I have been so excited to go, the time seemed to drag by. Now that I realize I haven't got much time left, I wish it would drag, and my eagerness to pack and do last minute errands has diminished considerably. It's funny how time always seems to do the opposite of what you want...
In other, less thoughtful news, I found out that I will have a room-mate in the Schloß, which I am very excited about. I wasn't looking forward to living alone, as I haven't ever really done it, and don't know how I would get on. So my Mitbewohner's name is David, and I'm excited about yet another amazing opportunity to practice German and become integrated with the student body at the Universität.
My last week and a bit here is going to be a bit crazy. I'm headed up to Messiah College late the 8th, and after coming home Monday morning, I'll be going to visit relatives on Thursday and Friday. Saturday, I will be gone all day at a Biblequizzing tournament, and then I leave in the beginning of church Sunday morning! Yikes!
Even thinking about it is making me tired; I think I'll go to bed now!
It's really weird, because up until now, I have been so excited to go, the time seemed to drag by. Now that I realize I haven't got much time left, I wish it would drag, and my eagerness to pack and do last minute errands has diminished considerably. It's funny how time always seems to do the opposite of what you want...
In other, less thoughtful news, I found out that I will have a room-mate in the Schloß, which I am very excited about. I wasn't looking forward to living alone, as I haven't ever really done it, and don't know how I would get on. So my Mitbewohner's name is David, and I'm excited about yet another amazing opportunity to practice German and become integrated with the student body at the Universität.
My last week and a bit here is going to be a bit crazy. I'm headed up to Messiah College late the 8th, and after coming home Monday morning, I'll be going to visit relatives on Thursday and Friday. Saturday, I will be gone all day at a Biblequizzing tournament, and then I leave in the beginning of church Sunday morning! Yikes!
Even thinking about it is making me tired; I think I'll go to bed now!
1.2.08
Postal Address in Marburg, and Ski fahren
Well, I got the "official" email telling me "congratulations! your mailing address is as follows:
Josiah Long
Collegium Philippinum
Schloß 3-4
35037 Marburg
Germany
if you have a hard time with the ß symbol, you can right "ss" in place of it, ie, "Schloss," and the letter should get there fine.
In other news, I can't believe I am leaving in 2 weeks and 2 days! My packing is reaching hurricane level intensity, so that my room has taken on the tendency of looking like just such a meteorological phenomenon occurred there...
Other than that, I'm doing alright. I just returned from a lovely 2 days excursion with some friends, during which we stayed a cabin near a ski resort and were able to go skiing for long enough that we nearly froze to death, all under the student affordable price tag of $20. Thank you sweet coupons from the golden arches!
This post is brought to you by the letter ß and McDonald's.
Josiah Long
Collegium Philippinum
Schloß 3-4
35037 Marburg
Germany
if you have a hard time with the ß symbol, you can right "ss" in place of it, ie, "Schloss," and the letter should get there fine.
In other news, I can't believe I am leaving in 2 weeks and 2 days! My packing is reaching hurricane level intensity, so that my room has taken on the tendency of looking like just such a meteorological phenomenon occurred there...
Other than that, I'm doing alright. I just returned from a lovely 2 days excursion with some friends, during which we stayed a cabin near a ski resort and were able to go skiing for long enough that we nearly froze to death, all under the student affordable price tag of $20. Thank you sweet coupons from the golden arches!
This post is brought to you by the letter ß and McDonald's.
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