Brett and I have been hit with a mass of end of the semester homework, and have yet to have a good amount of time to sit down and reflect on the past couple of weeks. Today, even though I don't have much time, I feel I need to update about my adventures in the old world. Two weeks ago was spring break. I went to Freiburg for the week to hang out with Brett, who still had class, then we spent the last weekend in London to visit Brett's friend Fernando, someone he hasn't seen since high school because he was deported to Mexico.
Freiburg was wonderful all week. It was at least 75 degrees and sunny everyday. The city seemed more alive to me than any other time I'd been there. The streets were crowded and noisy with people huddled around the various bratwurst stands and beer gardens. Brett and I spent lots of time outside. We walked to a beer garden on the banks of the Danube river. It was beautiful. Everyone was there with their dogs and their kids. We both had dunckel beers (which we could never pronounce correctly to the point where we just had to say "Dark, please!!") and Brett and I agreed that it tasted like bubble gum. We went grocery shopping at the local Penny Market for our sustenance of bratwurst and spaghetti, and I had some treats that I brought from France (crepe mix, Laughing Cow cheese, and salted butter).
Brett and I tried to go to Baden-Baden for one day, to visit the roman baths there. That proved to be an utter sad failure. We went to the train station to get a ticket and I decided to get a week long regional pass. We talked to a man behind the desk who didn't speak English, but Brett did a pretty awesome job of communicating with him with the little German he has learned. Then we talked to another woman in English, and we were 98% sure that we wanted to buy the regional pass. When we got on the train however, we were in for some bad news. The train conductor who didn't speak English, either told us that my pass didn't work, and he wrote us a citation for 40 euros!!! I was so upset, because I had already payed 40 euros for the regional pass. We got off the train in Offenburg, and talked to a man at the train station. He was the nicest man ever. He said I needed to write Deutsche-Bahn and tell them that I was misinformed about what ticket I was buying. So I wrote a letter, and the man that worked there photocopied all my different tickets and helped me edit the letter so that it was perfect. He said not to forget to say how wonderful the Germans are. Haha. Then he mailed it for us. I was so glad, but I haven't heard from Deutsche-Bahn yet, so I'm still a bit worried. We'll see what happens.
Anyway, after all of that, we decided we had already wasted too much money and went back to Freiburg without ever making it to Baden-Baden. I was really sad, but when we got back to Freiburg we had some really really good ice cream sundaes which cheered me up quickly. That evening, we went to a different beer garden, and then I ran into my French teacher from high school, Mme. Pappas. I knew it was her, and we both smiled at each other strangely, and then she walked away, because I wasn't 100% sure it was her. Later, I emailed her, and she confirmed that it was her! What a small world!
After a wonderful week of pretzels and beer and Brett and I lazing about in various parks, we left for London. We flew into London late at night, and met Fernando at the Liverpool Street train station. Brett and I were so excited to see people speaking English and signs in English, we could hardly contain it. We spent that night with Fernando and his girlfriend Tess at their flat. We met his 6 flatmates, and Brett and Fernando spent most of the evening catching up over the many years they hadn't seen each other. I was sick with a cold at this point, which was a big bummer, so I probably should have been in bed, but I stayed up to talk.
The next morning, we woke up and cooked a big breakfast of potatoes and eggs and listened to lots of Beatles music, and then we went sightseeing. We went to the Tower bridge and walked from there to Big Ben, the London Eye, Shakespeare's globe, along the Thames river, and St. Paul's cathedral. We also stopped in the National gallery for about 10 minutes to see a painting by Michaelangelo, Donatello, Raphael, and Da Vinci. It was pretty exciting, since I had never seen any of those artists before except for Da Vinci at the Louvre. Afterwards, we met Tess at the bar where Fernando and Tess work and had a beer before running off to a different bar where Fernando's flatmate works and getting free wine, nachos, and chips(fries)!
The next day, we woke up late and walked to Canary wharf. Then we went to get a cheeseburger at a stand near Fernando's flat and while we were ordering we heard a big bang! and then we looked behind and saw a man falling on the sidewalk in front of us. Then one of those big red double decker London buses came screeching to a halt with it's windshield completely smashed. We didn't know what to do, because we didn't know the number for an ambulance in England. Everyone came running off the bus. Finally someone called an ambulance. The man was really in bad shape and he tried to get up even though everyone was trying to keep him down. He immediately collapsed and it was obvious that his legs were broken. They needed towels to soak up the blood, but no one had any, so I gave up my Monterey Bay fleece. We came back about an hour later and the street was completely closed by the police and they even tried to get a helicopter to pick him up. There was a huge crowd watching. We were scared to cross the street for the rest of the day, especially since the cars drive on the left side of the road.
We went to Buckingham Palace after that, and then to Soho and Picadilly Circus. Then we went to a bar that played live music and was actually a lot of fun. Then we went back to the bar where Tess and Fernando work at to pick up Tess, picked up some Chinese on the way back, and then went back to the flat. I was so tired then, and I had to wake up so early, that I just collapsed on the floor to sleep. I was exhausted, and sick, and needed some time to recover. I didn't get any sleep, though, because I had to catch a bus at 4:30 in the morning. Tess, Fernando, and Brett all came with me, they were so awesome. We fell asleep on the bus ride, we could barely keep our eyes open. Then we barely made the bus and we had to run like crazy to get to it. I made it though and flew off to Paris exhausted, and sad that spring break was over. Soon it was back to school and homework, and now the countdown is getting closer to the end of the semester (2 weeks!) and the end of my Parisian adventure. More to come soon about my recent trip to Normandy and Brittany!
Leah
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