Monday, July 30, 2012

Rome

Here are some pictures from my three days spent in Roma.

Miracles

I would just like to apologize for the lack of blogging. I know I seem to be giving this speech quite often, but I hope that I will get the blog back up in gear now that I'm back from holiday! So look forward to some pretty cool posts.

About three weeks ago I promised that I would blog about an experience I had.
So this is me keeping that promise:

It was a Tuesday night and I had decided to meet some of my friends from my deutsch course in Göttingen for some dinner and just to hang out. The food was great, and we stayed there till late chatting and having fun. I told my friends around 11:30 pm that I had to go catch my train at 11:45. So I preceded to walk to the train station and hop on the train.
Little did I know that the train would not be taking me to Witzenhausen. Because the last train to Witzenhausen had left at 11:15.

Great.

So I ended up in Eichenberg. A small village about 5 km away from Witzenhausen.

I was literally terrified.

The next train to Witzenhausen would not be coming until 5:20 am. So I knew I had two options: sleep there at this dark kind of sketchy train station. Or walk home. But I literally have no direction here. The street signs don't tell you which direction is north or south. You just have to know which direction each village or town is.

Lucky I saw a not so scary man that had gotten off the train with me. I walked up to him and said in my broken German,

"Entschuldigung, ich habe eine frage. Ich brauche nach Witzenhausen fahren." (excuse me, I have a question. I need to get a ride to witzenhausen.)

This is horrible horrible German might I add.

I told him I spoke English. And of course he didn't speak it, so we continued in my really bad german, our conversation.

I asked him if there was a bus coming. Of course all buses had stopped by then.
He then told me that he was going to Witzenhausen by taxi. I then asked him how much it was for a taxi and he said that normally it was 21 euros but when the buses stop it's only 1 euro. I guess it was a service the village provided for people.
I then asked the nice man if I could take the taxi with him. He said it wouldn't be a problem.

I cannot tell you how much of a miracle this was. If that man hadn't taken the same train as I did, got off at the same stop, I would have had to spend a cold wet night at the train station.

We rode the taxi back to Witzenhausen and I was literally in tears thanking then both.

I climbed into my bed that night so full of gratitude.
This is just another small example of how Heavenly Father has watched over me since I have been here.

Monday, July 9, 2012

A letter to my future husband.

Here are a few things that I want you to know:
I promise that I'll iron your dress shirts,  (I didn't work 3 years at the dry cleaners for nothing.) bake you chocolate chip cookies, and learn how to be a good cook.  Just for you.

And maybe in return you could kiss my face like a certain Mr. Darcy does to a certain Mrs. Darcy? 

Thanks, Handsome.  You're the tops :)

love,
your gal.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Red, White, and Blue.

Happy Fourth of July!

My host family is the cutest.  They fly an American flag for me!

It's sad when you wish people a happy fourth of July and they have no idea why you are wishing them a happy day...And when you aren't woken up by the jets flying over your house.

How did I spend my fourth, you might ask?

Well what better way to celebrate independence day than to see The "Scottish Symphony" by Mendelssohn, and Beethoven's Piano Concert No. 1 in C Major at a lovely little concert in Göttingen?

It was pretty grand.