I am lazy, I will not deny that. But life here, has just turned into nothing more but life, and I forget that people back home are wanting to read about my adventures here in Germany. Honestly, I have just adapted so far into my life here, that adventures with friends or my host family seem nothing more than normalness, just as it would back home. But I will do my best to entertain you readers out there.
A few weekends ago Charlotte, my older sister, came to visit. She came on a Wednesday night by train. It was quite the happy reunion. She cried. I didn’t, but was nevertheless so excited to see her. My host mother made a fantastic German dinner, and Charlotte and I just spent the night catching up and whatnot. Thursday I went to school like normal, and Charlotte slept the morning away. When I got home my host mother said “She came down for breakfast at ELEVEN!” She was shocked. We would NEVER be allowed to do that, but Charlotte got lucky because she was a guest. I came home from school, and Charlotte and I walked around Bonenburg and visited the horses. She just got to see the basics of life during the day in Bonenburg. The next day I skipped school and we went and walked around Warburg with my host mother. It was a lovely morning. We met Franzi for lunch when she got out of school, then Charlotte and I caught a train to Hamburg to spend the weekend with Ette. We had dinner at Ette’s apartment, then just walked along the harbor at night. Saturday we went out to breakfast and spent the day shopping and walking around Hamburg. Charlotte was very excited to see a real German city, but I think more excited to go into an Urban Outfitters in Europe. At night we went to a birthday party of a friend of Ette’s.
We put Charlotte on the S-bahn to the airport, and I caught a train back to Warburg on Sunday. I have to say, it was a great weekend. But the whole switching to English from German and then back was really confusing.
Life goes on in Bonenburg. I have become good friends with some of the boys in the village, and usually hangout with them on weekends and sometimes on random days during the week. They like to grill bratwurst randomly after school, and I am always a fan of food. I also have taken a liking to this bench on a hill, where the sun just hits perfectly so it is always warm there. I go there just about every single day. To read, listen to music, or just sit and enjoy being outside. Very few people go by, sometimes walkers or bikers, occasionally a tractor , and then the boys from my village on their mopeds. Well they are more like dirt bikes, not the annoying slow little things that people drive when they get their license taken. You can hear those boys from the main road waaaay down the hill and across a field. So I know when they are coming. I sometimes like to sleep on the bench, it’s just so warm. My host mother told me not to do that because I might get stolen. I laughed, and figured it was just one of those random things she says. But then a friend from the village told me the same thing. He tells me that every time he comes by and sees me when I am there. So not just a one thing thing. Stolen? Yeah, okay. I mean, I cannot imagine getting stolen in Bonenburg. So I will continue to nap there, I think.
I went on a school trip! I have basically just joined in the class ten. That’s where most of my friends in school are. So when my friend, Regina, asked if I would be allowed to go on the trip with them, I figured it would be fun. I was right, I had a great time. The grade was split into two, and my group went to an Abby, or Kloster, I guess that’s an Abby in English, there were nuns. Anyways we stayed in like a guest house by were the nuns were, so we were allowed to be loud teenagers. It was a great four days, and I think I have made quite a few new friends. The amount of times that I heard about how my accent was cute and funny…. Yes, I am American, and yes, when you speak English it is just as funny.
But after the trip to Bestwig, Germany, I was home for a night. I went with the boys from the village and my friend Regina, who also lives in Bonenburg, to a big party at the closest thing to a club or disko. It was called “Schools Out,” and they have these every time school lets out for break. It was a funny night. Sadly, the next day I had to wake up super early to get on a bus to drive, yes drive, to England.
I will post something next week about England. Or maybe tonight. Depending on if I can sleep or not.
