Week Twenty-Six: Holy Peacocks, Batman!
Oh wowzers! Week twenty-six is here,
and with it comes the marking my by first half year in this foreign,
foreign locale. The movie feeling has long since faded, and the
sheer number of castle I've seen has-
Okay, so I still want more castles. I
like castles. I like wandering slowly through them, imagining how
they used to be, tracing the eroded stone relief carvings. I like
imagining what this or that may have once been. Six months alter,
and no, I haven't received my fill of castles. So there. I could
use more castle. And relics. And old stuff. I like the old stuff.
There are parts of it I don't like, and
may parts I've yet to experience. I still have time. Overall, my
time in Germany has been...okay. I can safely say I'm not an ounce
German, nor am I enamored by the culture. While it's been a definite
adventure, it's not have as adventurous as I'm sure I'll be able to
make it sound later on.
I'm glad I have the chance though! I
plan on traveling more of Europe sometime soon! This isn't exactly
the sort of thing that I'll get to do often at all, and if I'm going
to be cosmopolitan, I might was well be well traveled!
Mostly, I wanted to not that it's been
six months since I moved here, and I'm still a little home sick. My
home is on Pleasure Island, Alabama, and I know it. I'll live there
again some day, but until then, I'm okay. God holds me in his hands
after all.
As for what's been going on recently?
Well, I went on a handful of dates. They were interesting. Dating
as a college student who doesn't party is a bit meh. You're too poor
to spend money, too busy to go far, and I don't know about this
clicking thing. I've discovered that about the only difference
between college and high school dates is that there's more homework
in the way on college dates.
Besides, right now, we're short around
five people on my shift at work, so I have zip in the free time
department! One fired, one deceased, one coming down with something,
and two quit. It's been a busy holiday weekend, I can tell you that.
Between making cookies that made their way into our stomach, after
being left at home instead of taken to the school party, to serving
people in a pirate costume at work, I can tell you my Halloween was
busier than it's ever been.
Halloween is pretty different over
here. Most of Germany doesn't celebrate Halloween like America does.
What they do instead, I don't know, because the base has been around
so long, that here they have a very American Halloween!
A lot of the German kids end up on
base, trick or treating with family friends, during the base trick or
treat date, and on Halloween itself, both American and German kids
wander the streets for candy, dressed up! I couldn't tell you my
favorite costume of the night. It was all rather fun though, and I
enjoyed the holiday spirit. Work's been heavy due to the holiday and
all it's celebrations, but that's okay.
It certainly pays!
Hey, since I was late, I'm going to
write today's happenings too! I woke up too late to do anything but
skedaddle. (And, you know, fix my dinner and eat quickly.) So I
didn't post today, but I will tell you despite heading into work it
was an adventure. I've been on drive thru all day. Unfortunately,
around five o'clock, the drive thru headsets began to randomly shut
off, or declare of out of range. So our drive thru because super old
fashioned. That is, to say, they drove up to the window and we took
their order at one, and money at the other. Our timer, that tells us
how fast we're doing, messed up also. It was slightly confusing,
because we thought our time was getting worse, at first, until we
figured out that the timer stopped working at the same time as the
headsets! It stops counting around one hour and eight minutes by the
way.
We did manage to get the headsets
working, but this happened in the middle of rush. At least everyone
knew their order when they got to the window? Either way, sorry for
the tardy post, but we made it!
One Final Byte: American Holidays in
foreign locales are very fun.
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