The stress of knowing I had to get up early ensured that I slept very lightly and woke before the alarm. This happens sometimes--I wake halfway, think, "Oh, no, I had to get up early and I've overslept!" roll over and look at the clock, and realize, no, the alarm is going to go off in 15 minutes. So anyway, that means I made it downstairs in time for breakfast, and left for the train at 7:30. For those who don't believe such a thing is possible, I assure you, it's not. But I did it anyway.
My class was great. I'm the only American there; the others are from Greece, France, Slovenia, Singapore, Japan, Chile, and Croatia. For a solid three and a half hours, we speak nothing but German, and I can already feel improvements. I wish I were staying longer...but of course that would mean more time in the hot room with the fluffy lead pillows.
Unfortunately for my afternoon strolling plans, Inlingua saddled me with two heavy workbooks. I soon decided that wandering around town lugging my homework was going to seriously injure me, so I went back to the main train station and rented a locker for the excess baggage. A nice Asian lady made me up a California roll for lunch at the sushi bar next to the lockers.
Dumping the workbooks was a great improvement, except of course the next thing I did was to visit the English language section at Hugendubel, and enormous bookstore in Karlsplatz. Well, hey, I'm almost finished the book I brought with me, ok?? And it was air conditioned, so I whiled away some time there reading and sipping a fruit smoothie.
Heading up to Marienplatz to buy stamps and postcards, I ran across a Jewish guy from New York playing classical music on the mrimba. No, really. His name is Alex Jakobowitz, and hey, here's his website. His German was really good, almost completely unaccented; it wasn't until I heard him speak English to another tourist that I realized we were neighbors.
I bought some strawberries from one of the fruit stands in Marienplatz, and made my way to the Frauenkirche to dip my feet in the fountain. I whiled away yet more time strawberry-eating, foot-dangling, and postcard-writing. I ducked inside the church for a few shots of the stained glass, and then moseyed back down to Marienplatz to grab the train back to the main station to pick up the workbooks.
And here I am! I'll head out soon to catch the train back to Herrsching. I'm going to try to do my homework on the train, so I can have dinner with the Boy and hear about his first day teaching.
My class was great. I'm the only American there; the others are from Greece, France, Slovenia, Singapore, Japan, Chile, and Croatia. For a solid three and a half hours, we speak nothing but German, and I can already feel improvements. I wish I were staying longer...but of course that would mean more time in the hot room with the fluffy lead pillows.
Unfortunately for my afternoon strolling plans, Inlingua saddled me with two heavy workbooks. I soon decided that wandering around town lugging my homework was going to seriously injure me, so I went back to the main train station and rented a locker for the excess baggage. A nice Asian lady made me up a California roll for lunch at the sushi bar next to the lockers.
Dumping the workbooks was a great improvement, except of course the next thing I did was to visit the English language section at Hugendubel, and enormous bookstore in Karlsplatz. Well, hey, I'm almost finished the book I brought with me, ok?? And it was air conditioned, so I whiled away some time there reading and sipping a fruit smoothie.
Heading up to Marienplatz to buy stamps and postcards, I ran across a Jewish guy from New York playing classical music on the mrimba. No, really. His name is Alex Jakobowitz, and hey, here's his website. His German was really good, almost completely unaccented; it wasn't until I heard him speak English to another tourist that I realized we were neighbors.
I bought some strawberries from one of the fruit stands in Marienplatz, and made my way to the Frauenkirche to dip my feet in the fountain. I whiled away yet more time strawberry-eating, foot-dangling, and postcard-writing. I ducked inside the church for a few shots of the stained glass, and then moseyed back down to Marienplatz to grab the train back to the main station to pick up the workbooks.
And here I am! I'll head out soon to catch the train back to Herrsching. I'm going to try to do my homework on the train, so I can have dinner with the Boy and hear about his first day teaching.
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