Tyarrr
First of all, my allergic reaction seems to be gone. Good.
Today, I went with the Weiguny's to Lemgo, a small town an hour and a half away from Muenster. There we took a guided tour of the city. Our tour was a "historical musical tour." Our tour guide was dressed in renaissance-y clothes, and had about 50 instruments with him. He was HILARIOUS. Really. He told good stories, sang, played all of the instruments, and made the people in the group interact in one way or another. I was impressed. Something like that could easily be annoying and/or lame, but he was really a trip. At the beginning of the tour, he walked thru the street playing a babpipe, and he would get right up in people's faces who weren't in our group, as if to say "don't you wish you were in our group?". One young lady he did this to had an expression on her face as if to say "i will burn you alive." She made me laugh. She wanted to be so mad at this tight-wearing, bagpipe-playing fool, but it was obvious she found him, at the very least, funny in a sad way. After the tour, we went to Achim's sister's house for lunch. Then we went to a house made completely out of carved wood. Everything in there was crazy carved wood. The outside of the house was crazy carved wood. Hard to describe. It was really neat, and strange, and a little creepy. The dude that lived there and made all of it was an artistic genius, and probably a bit insane. Good times. Then we had cake and coffee at Achim's sister's, and then it was time to come back home. It was a pretty good trip. I am tired. I am glad it turned out so well, since I hadn't really been looking forward to it that much.
Cookout tomorrow for 4th of July. I hope that goes well and that the rain waits until Monday to come back.
German TV is awful. It is so bad, that it comes full circle into the area of being good again.
I realized today that I have 20 days left. That made me so sad. I have packed up some boxes to send. I have started packing away things I won't need anymore. It is going to be a challenge to get all my shit back home. Seriously. The last few days here are going to be pretty frantic, I imagine. It is goign to be strange to be home. For a number of reasons. I will be very glad to be back, but it is going to be strange. Tyarrr.
Today, I went with the Weiguny's to Lemgo, a small town an hour and a half away from Muenster. There we took a guided tour of the city. Our tour was a "historical musical tour." Our tour guide was dressed in renaissance-y clothes, and had about 50 instruments with him. He was HILARIOUS. Really. He told good stories, sang, played all of the instruments, and made the people in the group interact in one way or another. I was impressed. Something like that could easily be annoying and/or lame, but he was really a trip. At the beginning of the tour, he walked thru the street playing a babpipe, and he would get right up in people's faces who weren't in our group, as if to say "don't you wish you were in our group?". One young lady he did this to had an expression on her face as if to say "i will burn you alive." She made me laugh. She wanted to be so mad at this tight-wearing, bagpipe-playing fool, but it was obvious she found him, at the very least, funny in a sad way. After the tour, we went to Achim's sister's house for lunch. Then we went to a house made completely out of carved wood. Everything in there was crazy carved wood. The outside of the house was crazy carved wood. Hard to describe. It was really neat, and strange, and a little creepy. The dude that lived there and made all of it was an artistic genius, and probably a bit insane. Good times. Then we had cake and coffee at Achim's sister's, and then it was time to come back home. It was a pretty good trip. I am tired. I am glad it turned out so well, since I hadn't really been looking forward to it that much.
Cookout tomorrow for 4th of July. I hope that goes well and that the rain waits until Monday to come back.
German TV is awful. It is so bad, that it comes full circle into the area of being good again.
I realized today that I have 20 days left. That made me so sad. I have packed up some boxes to send. I have started packing away things I won't need anymore. It is going to be a challenge to get all my shit back home. Seriously. The last few days here are going to be pretty frantic, I imagine. It is goign to be strange to be home. For a number of reasons. I will be very glad to be back, but it is going to be strange. Tyarrr.