
Hallo everyone! It is late here in Berlin, but I thought it best to write all of this down before I head to bed. Wow, it's been a real whirlwind few days. Last time I write, we were in the hostel in the suburbs of London and I was on my quest for Fish and Chips. Well, I found it all right. The authentic stuff and everything. What I also found was a couple of interested stares at my accent and a stomach ache after eating that fried fish! Well, I guess it was worth it though. I mean, one is obligated to try the British delicacy once in a lifetime! So, after our trip out to find some food, Andrea and I decided to retire back to our quarters. It wasn't a very restful sleep (these hostels seemed to be generally loud places), but at least I wasn't dreaming about cockroaches like I was the night before!
So, we woke up the next more and had a pretty good breakfast. Free food is key at these places! We then headed back to Buckingham Palace to see the "Changing of the Guards." This basically is a very elaborate military ceremony held every day in order to bring in tourists while the Queen's Guards change shifts. It was a really neat thing and we had prime viewing places. Unfortunately, there was a point in which people realized we had a nice view and they started crowding around us and pushing. I didn't like that too much, but it was pretty short-lived so we managed. In this ceremony, two bands march in playing pretty patriotic music while the guards to some neat footwork and marching. Then the band pulled out their stands and played some more contemporary favorites. But these we're just your typical British royalty marches. Nope, instead we heard songs ranging from "The Theme from Austin Powers" to "Copacabana" to "Harry Potter." Pretty neat stuff and very surprising too!
Since Andrea and I were pretty much in to seeing the free, yet interesting points in the city, we headed to the British Museum next. And we are very glad that we went because we got to the Rosetta Stone, mummies, and lots more! Then, we went to a mediotheque where we got to view free British shows and movies for a while. Pretty cool stuff! We ventured into a cheap restaurant and then made our way to the Piccadilly Circus Tube stop. By the way, their subway system (the "Undergound" or "Tube") dates back to 1911 and is incredibly far underground! But anyway, we walked into the lobby of the "Ripley's Believe It Or Not" exhibits and ended up talking to one of the people who worked there for a long time. He was a young guy and very outgoing. The cool thing is that we got to talk to him about anything--he wasn't there to try to force us into the museum thing (by the way, it would have cost the equivalent of over $30 each to go inside!), he just was supposed to talk to interesting people and tell them a little bit about the exhibit along the way. It was a pretty neat experience to chat a bit with a random British guy...and I even asked him about our accents, whether they were noticeable or strong or whatever. He said that they weren't really strange or anything because we are from the east coast and because he'd grown up watching the show "Friends." It was just a cool experience overall and made me interested in just talking to more people in a laid back setting in general. The interesting thing is that whenever I am in this sort of random situation in a foreign country, talking to a stranger, they always comment on how much I laugh. I think that I must laugh as a means of dispelling my nervousness or something. I guess he complimented me though because he mentioned the fact that children laugh over 200 times daily, while adults rarely crack a smile over 20 times. I'll have to check those statistics. Just thought that it was interesting that so many people notice that about me and mention it, while I am not aware of it myself!
But anyway, we headed back to catch the airport bus at around 10:20. I knew that we were not in the right space and it was driving me a bit crazy. Luckily, the bus was spotted in time and we didn't have to wait another hour on the streets of London for the next one. So, we headed to the airport and basically spent the night there. I can't say that I really have gotten much sleep over the past few days...I really shouldn't be up now. But for some reason I am doing okay. We camped out with groups of other teenagers in the waiting areas of the small airport until it was time to check in at 5:30 a.m. Surprising, although I didn't really sleep, time went by pretty quickly. And I had some good books to pass the time, too.
So, the days have really sort of melded into each other. I dozed a bit on the plane ride back to the land of the Euro and the Danke. But I haven't slept a wink since! So, I came back to the apartment and got ready for classes. What a day of fun: My host mother was a bit worried because she thought that I was supposed to come back on Sunday night. But everything was okay. So, as I was getting ready for class, I kept hearing what sounded like a baby crying. It turned out to be a little kitty cat! This cat came jumped off of a neighboring fence as I left the apartment enclosure and came up to rub himself on my arm. He was the cutest little thing and even almost tried to follow me as I left. He just kept on crying! I hope that he has a home.
Somehow, I made it through class. I really think that we are all in lower levels than we should be and class is really not very engaging. But at least I am not seen as a quiet and shy person anymore! So, after class, I went with Paula and Anna to a cafe for dinner. We talked for the most part in German with the waiter, but at the end when I was paying he sort of tried to trick me into giving him a very high tip. It bothered me a bit, he just sort of took my money and said that he didn't have any change and made it seem that it was okay with me to give him so much extra. I guess we figured it out, but it just unfortunately seemed like he was trying to take advantage of us. I don't know, it just got me a bit unnerved because sometimes it's hard to communicate through the language barrier in situations like that. But it really doesn't matter; I just thought it was an interesting experience. So, tonight I had the opportunity to relax and catch up a bit, but I would like to get some more work done tomorrow morning so that I can get ahead and enjoy the last three weeks here. No plans really until Wednesday, but I guess we'll see what life brings. I better head to bed and catch up on sleep. Hope that everyone is doing well and that you all had a nice weekend! Looking forward to being back on American soil soon, but still enjoying the last bits of Europe. 'Til next time...Tschuess!



