Meeting the Mairhofer’s

Sunday 17th:

So Sunday was originally planned as a pretty relaxing day, just to laze around at home and generally do nothing… It didn’t end up being lazy, but was still a relaxing and fun day. I was able to sleep in a little, as Dad’s friend Gerd wasn’t meeting me until 11am. He collected me from my host family’s house, and I think that gave Margit a little peace of mind. We drove back to Gerd’s town, Weil der Stadt, with varied conversation in my broken German and his far superior English. I suppose Gerd did have the advantage of having learned English for much longer than I have German, but I still feel bad for not using more. Continue reading

Schnee, Schneemann und Schneeballschlacht!

For the uninformed, the title translates to “Snow, Snowman and Snowball Fight.” Which pretty much sums up the past two days.

On Friday we had our first snow in Stuttgart, and to say that the Australians were excited would be an understatement! In our morning tea break of our German classes, a large contingent converged on the square across the road from the classrooms, and thus began the first snowball fight of the course! As I had actually taken food to eat in class that day, I stayed inside the classroom, opting instead to figure out how to open a window, and proceed to take a few photos. It was a somewhat successful venture, but it would have been better, had I been able to take some shots when it had been snowing heavily. Continue reading

Three Days, Many Adventures

Okay, so it turns out I’m terrible at updating on time, for which I am sorry! Wednesday night I had started typing out the adventures of the past few days, but my host mother had cooked dinner for us. After dinner and an excellent Stuttgart beer, I was ready for bed, and fell asleep while messaging a friend! As a result, the update was delayed until today, so instead of just the past two days, I’ll give you the events of the past three. Continue reading

Paris to Stuttgart: Why, Paris? Why?

It’s official. I have done something I had prided myself on never doing before. Though, it was bound to happen eventually. After all, I did decide to stop in Paris, and I don’t speak a word of French. I couldn’t even ask “Do you speak English?” which is something I can do in both Spanish and German (and English, of course). But it happened, and I’m glad it happened now and not later in my trip. I’m glad I didn’t miss a plane or something, those are much harder situations to fix. You can probably tell by now what I am going to say. That’s right.

I missed my train to Stuttgart. Continue reading