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Wednesday, July 18
I am now back in Germany in a small town (Eversberg, near Meschedes) ... more of a conglomerate of three villages than a full town, and there are remnants of a castle directly in the backyard of the people I am staying with. The gentelman I am residing with is named Sebastian and went to UT for a time as an exchange student. He is very nice and welcoming and wanting to show us around. It was my first time in a car in two weeks today as we drove to a local lake, Hennessey, to go for a swim. It has been a very relaxing day. Two more days or so here before I head to the Netherlands and Belgium and Luxemborg. I will not be able to meet up with Dave because he had to cut his trip short.
Earlier today I had a time trying to find this place, not speaking any German, and not being able to read a train schedule. To describe it accurately would be painstaking, so I will copy something I wrote earlier:
I am on my own in Germany, probably should get across town and hop on the train to my next destination but I am sleepy and like the internet. I saw the sun set and the sun rise. I've been with people who speak English for most of the trip up until yesterday when I was on my own. It causes rather large psychological shifts to go in and out of knowing the language. I dont know. I have thought about a lot of things on this trip. I am farther away than I anticipated but closer than I should be. Every day the world ends and every morning the sun rises. I have no pen and no paper, no mouth, and no words. I kiss no one and no one kisses me. I am a stranger, once again, and it reminds me of my childhood.
Earlier today I had a time trying to find this place, not speaking any German, and not being able to read a train schedule. To describe it accurately would be painstaking, so I will copy something I wrote earlier:
I am on my own in Germany, probably should get across town and hop on the train to my next destination but I am sleepy and like the internet. I saw the sun set and the sun rise. I've been with people who speak English for most of the trip up until yesterday when I was on my own. It causes rather large psychological shifts to go in and out of knowing the language. I dont know. I have thought about a lot of things on this trip. I am farther away than I anticipated but closer than I should be. Every day the world ends and every morning the sun rises. I have no pen and no paper, no mouth, and no words. I kiss no one and no one kisses me. I am a stranger, once again, and it reminds me of my childhood.
