Tuesday, May 29, 2012

I feel like I'm in Disneyland...but it's real.

Oh Hey,
Remember how I said I'd blog?
Well I am now. 
Sorry about that...

I've been in Germany now for nearly 2 weeks and I've seen 2,000 year old Roman ruins, toured through an 11th century castle, stayed on an island in the north sea for a weekend, learned some german, and been to my very first circus.  
I feel like I'm in Disneyland...but it's real.
At Burg Elz. From left to right: Holger, Jan Marten, Me, Danielle (Beatrix's Sister), Alexandra, Beatrix, and Margeret (Beatrix's Mother)

Besides the fact that I've already had these experiences of a lifetime, I have already seen the hand of the Lord in my life. 
My Host Family has been seriously amazing.  I know that I won the lottery becoming an Au Pair for them.  They have been more than kind and accomodating.  They work very hard to make me feel comfortable and a part of the family, and for that I am very grateful.  Jan Marten and Alexandra are adorable and happy kids.  They are so cute.

 
I know that since I've been here in Germany I have received tender mercies everyday.  Whether it was when I left my phone at the trainstation, and the woman kept it for me until I returned, or when I was in Trier (the oldest city in all of Germany) wandering around for the day all by myself and the woman sitting next to me on the steps beneath the Porta Nigra was American.  Little things like that are reminders every day that God loves me and is mindful of me. 
Trier, Porta Nigra -2,000 years old


The first weekend I was here, The family had a conformation to attend in Trier so they dropped me off in the city to explore and tour the city in English.  I had about 4 hours to kill before the tour so I wandered around, but eventually ended sitting on the steps in front of the Porta Nigra (Black Gate). 

As I was sitting on the steps people watching, a woman sat next to me with a beautiful maltese.  I quickly noticed that she was speaking english to her dog.  So I turned around and told her she had a beautiful dog.  I noticed right off the bat that she was American from her accent.  It turned out that she is a teacher on a military base near by and she was just visiting the town for the weekend.  It was so nice to hear and be able to speak some english. (My host family speaks english, but only towards me.  When they are speaking to other people or the kids they speak in german, so it was almost a relief to hear some english, and have such an easy conversation.)  We quickly got to know eachother in a few minutes, and then I  explained to her that I had only been in Europe for 3 days, and there I was roaming this big city by myself for the day.  It just so turned out that Toni was signed up for the same tour as I was.  We took our tour and afterwards she bought me lunch.  I know that that was another person sent my way to help me.


The beach baskets on the North Sea Island of Spiekeroog.

One thing this experience here in Germany has taught me is that there are good people everywhere.  And I have been led to the right people since I've been here, I know that.  This has brought me much faith and hope that even though I'm an ignorant American who is wandering through the supermarkt trying to find vanilla extract finding nothing of the sort, everything will work out.  God is mindful of me.  And for that I am very grateful.