I just got through Karneval here, shich is like 5 days of Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Everyone gets all dressed up and there are a buch of parades, and they drink a lot and start early.
I dressed up as an Indian (Native American) which was fun, and a bunch of my friends were cowboys. I might put some photos on here in a bit.
But this weekend it was quite a different Germany than normal, which makes sense because the basic idea of Karneval is that the rules that usually are in place are exactly the opposite. I have to say that Thursday was the craziest for me because there were so many people already almost too drunk to stand by noon. I am not sure I would come back for another Karneval because it isn't that fun to have to deal with so many drunks. I guess it's a good thing Lydia wasn't here.
Mittwoch, 25. Februar 2009
Dienstag, 10. Februar 2009
I guess I'm not a cold blooded killer
I realized today that it is a good thing that I do not aspire to become an exterminator! I was about to take a nap this afternoon when I happened to look on top of the bookshelf and see a wee little mouse head! He was just kind of looking around to see where he would go next, but when I got up he hid behind a box.
When I told my host father that there was a mouse in my room he didn't believe me, and then asked my host mom what to do. For some wierd reason she said he should go get a mouse trap. Maybe to some this would be the first response, but that hadn't even come into my head. (I might have been thinking something along the lines of just reaching out and picking him up. I was tired.) But a trap didn't make sense to me because he was right there, and he couldn't really get away, and a trap would mean waiting until he found the trap. What if he never found it?! Or even worse, what if he did? He woud die and that would be sad. So I pushed him into a shoe box and let him out into the garden.
I just can't kill. I even try to let the spiders escape from drowning in the shower.
When I told my host father that there was a mouse in my room he didn't believe me, and then asked my host mom what to do. For some wierd reason she said he should go get a mouse trap. Maybe to some this would be the first response, but that hadn't even come into my head. (I might have been thinking something along the lines of just reaching out and picking him up. I was tired.) But a trap didn't make sense to me because he was right there, and he couldn't really get away, and a trap would mean waiting until he found the trap. What if he never found it?! Or even worse, what if he did? He woud die and that would be sad. So I pushed him into a shoe box and let him out into the garden.
I just can't kill. I even try to let the spiders escape from drowning in the shower.
Sonntag, 8. Februar 2009
The Maiden Voyage
Ok, so. So far the differences that I have noticed between Germany and the U.S. are as follows:
-The bread and chocolate are much better in Germany
-The clothing style is more european in Germany
-The cars are way smaller in Germany and they drive through spaces that no driver in the U.S. would even consider putting a vehicle through
-They don't have to write papers for school; that comes when they are at University
-Bare feet cause German parents geniune panic
-Germans eat way slower
-The Germans take bicycle laws much more seriously
-Germans buy all of their drinks in bottles, including water
and that is all I feel like thinking of right now.
-The bread and chocolate are much better in Germany
-The clothing style is more european in Germany
-The cars are way smaller in Germany and they drive through spaces that no driver in the U.S. would even consider putting a vehicle through
-They don't have to write papers for school; that comes when they are at University
-Bare feet cause German parents geniune panic
-Germans eat way slower
-The Germans take bicycle laws much more seriously
-Germans buy all of their drinks in bottles, including water
and that is all I feel like thinking of right now.
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