I'm lucky enough to be in the room that has what is known as the "Cat Cave." It's a big walk-in closet where every girl who's ever stayed for a Heidelberg program leaves her own mark on the walls or ceiling at the end of the year. The majority are about boys and how dense they are, but my favorite one says:
"How to Survive Essighaus: A 10 Step Process.
Steps 1-9: Get Drunk.
Step 10: Go to Essighaus."
Essighaus is the restaurant where we eat 5 days a week and it's definitely not known for it's delicate dishes. Everything is either breaded, fried, or drenched in gravy. Or a combination of all 3. The bathrooms in the house are also testimony of the effects of German foods on our digestive systems. We'll just say the door needs to remain closed at all hours. Especially since my room is located right next to die toiletten.
This weekend we went to a little festival/flea market in Ladenberg. There were some awful jr. high and high school dancers (made me miss my awesome Chaffey dance team) and German rock bands doing covers of Nirvana and such. I bought some delicious candied almonds (and just remembered I still have some left in my purse! Mmm.. sticky); and when it started to downpour on us we sat inside a little cafe and drank neue wine (it's not completetly distilled yet), which was delicously sweet and made us all flushed in the face. One of the guys in our group made friends with one of the waiters and invited him back to our house to play some games after he got off work. So we all walked to the bus stop together and met up with the rest of our rather large, rather loud group. After about 5 mins. of waiting German Waiter decided he was just going to take his car to the house later.. Of course he never came. I think we scared him by bombarding him with questions and playing/posing for pictures with a big elk hoof that someone had bought at the flea market. I'm sure we left a perfectly stereotypical American imperssion on him. Ha ha.
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