Saturday was Stadtfest at Fritzlar. Fritzlar is the closest 'town' to my village and it's a very nice little town. I went with a fellow American (I've decided from here on in to leave names out of my blog. I don't mean any offense) and we tried hard to find something to keep our interest. There was an oldies cover band, which were old themselves. Whether or not they were singing in German or English is another question. It was all Greek to me. Except Cocaine. The song, not the drug. We had a beer and some fries at a Turkish restaurant. The waitress didn't seem to believe we were 18 (not that I am) but she didn't ask for our ID's anyway. We hung out and in general had a good time. I think we were both just glad to have a break from Germany. Trying to learn and listen takes its toll. A well deserved break is often required.
After the day at Fritzlar I went with my host brother to a little get-together he was having with his friends. We chilled, we destroyed our bodies, we chilled some more. Watched a movie in German with German subtitles (it helps alot more than watching with English subtitles.) Once again, it was a good night. I'm just glad to be actually doing something; I'm glad to be out and about.
Today I went to drop my older brother off at boarding school. It's in Marburg, which is another beautiful city. It's also home to the first Gothic Church constructed in Germany. It was positively gorgeous! We went on our own tour. I saw Hindenburg's grave, a various amount of altar pieces. It was straight out of Art History. I love it.
I start school tomorrow. I'm nervous because I believe I do not know enough German to survive. Luckily I just have to follow a student around. Oh boy. Wish me luck
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