Achtung!

I would like it to be know that even though it appears that I haven’t updated this blog in forever, that is not the case exactly. Last week I slaved away over my keyboard, writing an update of epic proportions. I’m serious, it was super long. AND it had three pictures integrated into the text. It was amazing, and I was so happy with it. I just knew that everyone would love it and sit at their computers totally enraptured by my literary skills, completely mesmerized with my ability to set the scene. (That’s how it played out in my head, anyway.) But alas, as soon as I pressed the “submit” button, it was lost. You have no idea the agony I felt as the “This page cannot be found” page appeared onto my screen. I was so put off about all of my hard work being for not, that I haven’t felt up to facing the task of rewriting it. I just know that I could never recreate such a masterpiece. Plus I’m still a bit pissed at my computer/the internet/tumblr/technology. Any way, maybe I will be inspired to write something later tonight, or maybe tomorrow, since I don’t have school. (Yay for snow days!)


To satisfy the, “Germany has a lot of castles,” stereotype. d;

And a bit of dark German history. The second photo is of Hitler’s rally grounds at Zeppelin field. It was here that he made many of his most “popular” propaganda speeches. The Americans blew off the giant swastika that was the center piece. Go Americans! It’s now mostly used as a skate park, but it’s not much to look at.


The Holiday Season

Isn’t a strange phenomenon how the holiday season always seems to take us by surprise? Every year I feel like it sneaks up on me. One day we’re carving pumpkins and the next they’re singing Christmas carols on the radio. One thing that I’ve been all to aware of as I have been getting older is that time goes by quicker the older you get. I remember when Christmas felt like it took FOREVER to come. The anticipation was part of the holiday season. It made things more exciting and magical. When you’re a child, you are kept in the dark about the true stressfulness of the holiday season. The children don’t have to rush around buying Christmas presents and what not. It all simply comes together before your very eyes Christmas morning. As we get older, we come to appreciate the holidays in different ways. No longer is the highlight of the season opening up presents christmas morning to discover that mom and dad have bought that doll that you had been wanting all year. Now, we feel more joy when giving to others, or simply being within the company of people we love.

Thanksgiving is tomorrow, but I won’t be celebrating it like I normally do. My family is all gathered together in Tennessee at my grandparent’s house like we do every few years. It makes me sad that I cannot be there, but there is a first time for everything. Some exchange students are cooking a traditional Thanksgiving meal for their host families, but I am sticking to the basics and simply asking my host family to talk about what we are thankful for. (I don’t have the stomach to stuff a turkey. ha ha) I hope that we can still experience a little of the spirit of thanks, even without all that food. :)

Despite lacking the Thanksgiving holiday, here in Germany things are really gearing up for Weihnachten (Christmas). Suzi, Farina and I were visiting the beautiful city of Nurnberg last weekend, where the Weihnachtsmarkt was getting ready to begin. Hundreds of little tents boasting the best Gluhwein and various Christmas trinkets lined the market. Everything was so festive and jolly. Here in Stralsund the Weihnachtsmarkt is also set up. At the Straelepark (a large modern shopping center in Stralsund) vendors with yummy Christmas treats are in business. It’s hard to resist buying something as the tantalizing smells bombard you as you walk by. And to top things off, we had our first real snow today! I’m hoping for a white Christmas. :)

On the news front, Suzanne will be leaving us for twelve days on the first of December for a much needed vacation in Greece.  She will be sorely missed here, but Ralf is going to step in and play Dad for a little while while she is gone, so we won’t be totally at a loss. (My first question after her announcement, “Who’s going to drive us to school when it’s raining?”lol)

The week after Christmas my friend Sam and I are taking a trip to Copenhagen where we will be celebrating the New Year. I am especially excited about this trip, since it will be my first time out of Germany in over four months.

I would like to wish everyone back home a very happy Thanksgiving! I love you all and I appreciate all of the support and prayers! :)


Suzi and I in her hometown, Bad Laer last weekend. She had a class reunion and brought me along to attend a different party with her sister and niece and nephew in a nearby city. It was a really fun weekend. :)

Suzi and I in her hometown, Bad Laer last weekend. She had a class reunion and brought me along to attend a different party with her sister and niece and nephew in a nearby city. It was a really fun weekend. :)


Have no fear… the Friseurin is here!

Two weeks ago on a Sunday I did something that I swore I would never do again.

I attempted a do-it-yourself hair coloring. Needless to say, I botched the job horribly. I won’t go into details to save my readers from a painful recounting and many “How embarrassing!” comments, but I will say that no, I did not have green hair again. Thank the Lord.

I did however have a very bright blond spot right in the front, about two inches along the hair, before it turned back to my natural darker blonde color quite abruptly. It almost looked like someone had took a paintbrush and plopped it down just there on the crown of my head. I also had uneven, very light blond throughout the upper right side of my head. The left side was left unscathed somehow, so I was able to switch my part over to cover up some of the damage. And that was how I had been going out in public for the last two weeks.

I admit that my main reason for attempting such a risky task when I KNEW what would probably happen was that I was scared of going to a German hair salon. I had been told that you have to wash your own hair, and dry it too. And of course there was the issue of communication. I know just enough German to get by alone in a city, but the vocabulary required for a visit to a salon was not common knowledge to me. Another thing, if you readers had seen some of the hairstyles women and girls sport here, you would have fear too. I mean, those white blond on black mohaws are coming from somewhere, and my best guess was the salons spotted all around the city. And what kind of hairdresser would create such atrocities? Surely it would be the one that I happened to visit, and she would strap me down to her swivelly shiny hair chair and start snipping of my curly blonde American locks before I could utter a “Nein!” 

That was my opinion of German salons BEFORE I messed up my hair, mind you. As I stared at my yellow blob in the foggy mirror after washing out the chemical color solution, I suddenly had a change of heart. I showed Farina my catastrophe and she agreed something must be done. She got a hold of her best friend Luise and we made a date for a visit to the Friseurin. (This is the german word for hairdresser.)

Today Luise picked my up from school on her moped. I donned the incredibly heavy helmet, zipped up my rain jacket and tucked my scarf in tighter before taking a deep breath. All of a sudden, I had more fear for riding on this contraption down an actual road with cars than for going to the salon. It was an old, rackety thing, with wheels that looked too small for the body. I thought, “Is this going to hold two grown people?” However, my priorities kicked in pretty quickly and I decided that facing death on a moped from WW2 wasn’t such a scary thing.

My Friseurin was a really nice girl who made a point of speaking slowly and loudly to me after Luise said I was from Florida. Though people must have thought I was deaf, it was nice because I actually did understand almost everything she said. Luise helped me explain what I thought I needed, and the Friseurin made some suggestions which I understood and agreed to. (Are you guys getting the theme here?? I actively took part in a two way conversation in German. I am understanding enough to make very important decisions in German! Hurrah!)

About an hour and a half later, my hair was fixed, and perhaps looked even better than before I messed it up thanks to the chic layering job the Friseurin did. Oh, and no black and white Mohawk, which was a HUGE releif. Also, I didn’t have to wash my own hair, though having the water vacummed from my head was a bit strange… but I only paid 25.50 euros, which was a TOTAL bargain in my opinion.

In conclusion, a German salon is not a scary place. I will no longer fear my visits for trims, and I will hopefully stop having those dreams where the mohawked Friseuerin is racing after me with a giant pair of scissors. Ok, so I never had that dream, but I won’t ever have to be afraid of perhaps having that dream either. I’ll probably have a dream tonight where a Friseruin is dressed as Superwoman and rescues all of the silly girls who try and color their own hair. She’ll probably be wearing a halo.


Berlin on my birthday! =D

Berlin on my birthday! =D


When it rains, it pours.

Today I decided that I desperatly had to go running. So, I braved the light drizzle, donned my running shorts and rain coat, and headed out. Halfway through my running loop, when I came out onto the open farm land, the “light drizzle” turned into a ferocious downpour. The wind nearly knocked me over and the rain stung my face. My legs were beet red and I couldn’t feel them, which was probably a good thing. Soon, my shoes were soaked through and I felt like I was walking in a pond with every squishing step. I finally made it home and treated my valiant exercising effort to a very hot shower.

And that was my day.

Tomorrow, back to school. Ugh.


Farina, me, and Luise at the Schultzengel Party last weekend. =D

Farina, me, and Luise at the Schultzengel Party last weekend. =D


The Autumn Holiday is Here!

Finally it has arrived. A full week of vacation, and I’m starting it off by traveling to Hamburg tomorrow morning to visit a friend from language camp. His host family is letting my stay the night in their extra bedroom, so I get two days in Hamburg. :)

Im so excited to be traveling again. Things have fallen into a routine here in Sommerfeld, and it will be nice to break the cycle for a few days. I’ve been attending school for almost eight weeks now, and am making slow but steady progress in my understanding of the German language. I have also begun extra German lessons outside of school. It is a small class of exchange students in this area, and we will have lessons every Thursday and Friday. Unfortunatly, the lessons this week were cancelled because our teacher is sick, and next week is break…but it will start up again after the holiday.

Last week my class went to the theater (not the movie theater) and watched “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.” It was in English, so I thoroughly enjoyed it, though I think my classmates had a hard time understanding the characters’ accents.

My birthday is in seven days! I don’t know why, but 17 seems so much better than 16. Sometimes I still feel like Im 12, and other days I feel a hundred years old.


The Glory Gospel Singers and I in Stralsund. My local coordinator invited me to come with her and her husband to this concert, and I couldn’t refuse after I heard they were Americans. ;) These were the first Americans I had seen in over a month! They preformed wonderfully and had all of the Germans singing and danicng along with them! =D

The Glory Gospel Singers and I in Stralsund. My local coordinator invited me to come with her and her husband to this concert, and I couldn’t refuse after I heard they were Americans. ;) These were the first Americans I had seen in over a month! They preformed wonderfully and had all of the Germans singing and danicng along with them! =D