In case you were wondering, here's the link to that article.
I find it fitting that the dude's name is Wasser, and he does marine research. Just one of life's little coincidences, I guess.
24.5.06
I was reading an article in the Seattle PI pertaining to the UW biology department, when I realized that after being in Germany, I don't know how to pronounce certain names.
Namely, I'm talking about those last names that are of German heritage, but have been Anglocized. Example: Wasser becomes "waaa-sir", but to my eyes, it looks like "Vah-ser" pronounced with a British-like accent (aka, the R doesn't come out very strong).
Oh man. What am I going to do when I'm back in the states? Just go around mispronouncing everybody's name?
Namely, I'm talking about those last names that are of German heritage, but have been Anglocized. Example: Wasser becomes "waaa-sir", but to my eyes, it looks like "Vah-ser" pronounced with a British-like accent (aka, the R doesn't come out very strong).
Oh man. What am I going to do when I'm back in the states? Just go around mispronouncing everybody's name?
21.5.06
This weekend's seminar finally came to a close today at noon. Of course, they always fly past quickly, but since I got a total of 7 hours sleep the whole weekend, I of course was ready for it to be over.
I have a lot of thoughts about the seminar, ranging from the very positive for the somewhat negative. Right now, though, it's time to relax in the park down in the city. Play some cards. Knit. Nap. Chat. Nosh a bit.
So I'll come to all of those thoughts later. Bye...
I have a lot of thoughts about the seminar, ranging from the very positive for the somewhat negative. Right now, though, it's time to relax in the park down in the city. Play some cards. Knit. Nap. Chat. Nosh a bit.
So I'll come to all of those thoughts later. Bye...
20.5.06
The word "movie" is a very weird word indeed. Why don't we write it "movy" in the singular form?
Weekend seminars with the VdDAC do wonders for my German.
Shouldn't we be allowed to have more than personality? It isn't really a disorder. I guess what I'm trying to say is I have different moods, ranging from happy social butterfly to extreme asocial, and I think with that range, one should start using different personalities to describe it, instead of just "moods".
AHHHH!
Weekend seminars with the VdDAC do wonders for my German.
Shouldn't we be allowed to have more than personality? It isn't really a disorder. I guess what I'm trying to say is I have different moods, ranging from happy social butterfly to extreme asocial, and I think with that range, one should start using different personalities to describe it, instead of just "moods".
AHHHH!
18.5.06
As planned, I cleaned my room today. With the help of the Barenaked Ladies and a (very unusual) desire to clean, I really did a number on it - I even polished the linoleum floors. I put out a rug that had previously been stored under my bed, along with some light curtains, and I like the result - it makes the room warmer.
Of course, the cleaner I use smells good coming out of the bottle, but 10 minutes later the chemicals get to you, and you can think is "Man - I really need to get that smell OUT of here." So my window's wide open and inviting the breeze in (but not bugs. Bugs are not invited.)
As I'm sitting here, I'm looking over my fall quarter schedule, making changes and shoving my physics quiz section around to make room for a German proctoring class. I look at my visual schedule, and wince at what this will do to my Wednesdays - four straight hours of class? And then a lab in the afternoon? Grr. But then I think of what those empty spaces on that visual schedule are going to mean. Eating in the HUB, talking to friends in the Quad, reading the Daily, working in a lab, drinking coffee around campus... and then of course, there are the empty spaces not shown on my schedule. Ah, Seattle nightlife, and especially in the fall: football games, Apple Cup, the bars, the house parties, the movie nights, the friends, the fun, the laughter.
I look out the window. Grey clouds partially obscure a demure pink-colored sky, and somewhere the sun is sinking below the horizon. A breeze nudges its way past my "new" curtain and greets my cheek, and all at once I feel like I'm back in Seattle in the autumn. A quick sensation, lasting no more than a fraction of a second. But it was a nice one nonetheless.
Maybe it was just all the reminders of life at UW - reviewing my schedule, running degree audits, listening to Death Cab. But I think it's telling me that I will be ready to go back and resume life in Seattle - as scary as it may sound to me right now.
Of course, the cleaner I use smells good coming out of the bottle, but 10 minutes later the chemicals get to you, and you can think is "Man - I really need to get that smell OUT of here." So my window's wide open and inviting the breeze in (but not bugs. Bugs are not invited.)
As I'm sitting here, I'm looking over my fall quarter schedule, making changes and shoving my physics quiz section around to make room for a German proctoring class. I look at my visual schedule, and wince at what this will do to my Wednesdays - four straight hours of class? And then a lab in the afternoon? Grr. But then I think of what those empty spaces on that visual schedule are going to mean. Eating in the HUB, talking to friends in the Quad, reading the Daily, working in a lab, drinking coffee around campus... and then of course, there are the empty spaces not shown on my schedule. Ah, Seattle nightlife, and especially in the fall: football games, Apple Cup, the bars, the house parties, the movie nights, the friends, the fun, the laughter.
I look out the window. Grey clouds partially obscure a demure pink-colored sky, and somewhere the sun is sinking below the horizon. A breeze nudges its way past my "new" curtain and greets my cheek, and all at once I feel like I'm back in Seattle in the autumn. A quick sensation, lasting no more than a fraction of a second. But it was a nice one nonetheless.
Maybe it was just all the reminders of life at UW - reviewing my schedule, running degree audits, listening to Death Cab. But I think it's telling me that I will be ready to go back and resume life in Seattle - as scary as it may sound to me right now.
15.5.06
Somehow the weekend flew past, even though I guess today is still the 5th day of mine (I know, I know, I'm spoiled), and I have a lot to read for class tomorrow. Class is at two. I should be able to get it done, but it's gonna be close.
The stressful homework situation mentioned above happens to me nearly every day in the States. But somehow, here, this struggle between one full day and the things that need to get done within its borders occurs maybe 5 times a quarter.
I'm so screwed when I get back to UW and actually have to do work - all the time!
The stressful homework situation mentioned above happens to me nearly every day in the States. But somehow, here, this struggle between one full day and the things that need to get done within its borders occurs maybe 5 times a quarter.
I'm so screwed when I get back to UW and actually have to do work - all the time!
14.5.06
Something amazing happened to me today.
The day was a pleasant one, starting with a birthday brunch for a friend and progressing to an afternoon boat ride on the Neckar river, complete with sun and sangria. We returned the boat to the rental place and took a position on the bank of the river, mostly because we weren't ready to leave yet, and plus we had sangria left to finish off. After almost an hour, we decided it was time to go home. So we packed up our stuff and got on the bus back to our dorms on the hill.
At home, I come in the door and decide to check my email. Since it's a beautiful day outside, and we still have a few more hours of daylight (as I write this, it's only 7.20 pm), I think that a walk might be in order, but of course for that I'll want my iPod with me. Usually, I've got the thing plugged in and charging, but as I look over to its usual spot on my desk, I realize I must have forgotten to plug it in yesterday, because it's not there.
I look in my purse, in my backpack, on top of my mini-fridge. All the usual places. Not there. Hmm. This happened to me the other day, and I freaked out just a little bit, before realizing that I left it in my cabinet in the kitchen while I was cooking. So this time around, I thought maybe it was in the cabinet again, although I honestly did not remember putting it there. So I went to the kitchen.
And lo and behold, my iPod is sitting on the windowsill. ON THE WINDOWSILL.
It had been there almost a full 24 hours. Just chilling in the kitchen. I had probably left it either on the counter or on the table, so it hadn't migrated far. Just to the windowsill.
What kind of awesome country am I living in, where my iPod is actually safer in the community kitchen than it would be in my own dorm room in Seattle?
All I can say is, thank God for the honor system, for small university towns, and above all, thank God for the Germans.
The day was a pleasant one, starting with a birthday brunch for a friend and progressing to an afternoon boat ride on the Neckar river, complete with sun and sangria. We returned the boat to the rental place and took a position on the bank of the river, mostly because we weren't ready to leave yet, and plus we had sangria left to finish off. After almost an hour, we decided it was time to go home. So we packed up our stuff and got on the bus back to our dorms on the hill.
At home, I come in the door and decide to check my email. Since it's a beautiful day outside, and we still have a few more hours of daylight (as I write this, it's only 7.20 pm), I think that a walk might be in order, but of course for that I'll want my iPod with me. Usually, I've got the thing plugged in and charging, but as I look over to its usual spot on my desk, I realize I must have forgotten to plug it in yesterday, because it's not there.
I look in my purse, in my backpack, on top of my mini-fridge. All the usual places. Not there. Hmm. This happened to me the other day, and I freaked out just a little bit, before realizing that I left it in my cabinet in the kitchen while I was cooking. So this time around, I thought maybe it was in the cabinet again, although I honestly did not remember putting it there. So I went to the kitchen.
And lo and behold, my iPod is sitting on the windowsill. ON THE WINDOWSILL.
It had been there almost a full 24 hours. Just chilling in the kitchen. I had probably left it either on the counter or on the table, so it hadn't migrated far. Just to the windowsill.
What kind of awesome country am I living in, where my iPod is actually safer in the community kitchen than it would be in my own dorm room in Seattle?
All I can say is, thank God for the honor system, for small university towns, and above all, thank God for the Germans.
13.5.06
I've been told by half my readership (read: Jeff) that my blogging has recently been leaving something to be desired. This saddens me to know that I have deprived my readership of the goings-on of my daily life, when they clearly would have liked to know every little, mundane detail, but in order to understand my lack of compelling entries, we all must recognize two things:
1. Usually when I'm on my computer, I'm eating a meal. So I tend to watch and read instead of trying to write and chat, because I only have two hands and it's likely that one of two hands are covered in some sort of sauce. And I don't type one-handed.
2. The "so-I-went-to-the-gym-and-then-to-the-store-and-wouldn't-you-know-it-but-they-didn't-have-any-more-tomatoes-so-I-went-to-another-store-and-found-some!" stories are boring for me to write and even less interesting for you to read. Basically, if I don't have anything interesting to write, I'd rather not write at all.
So that's why I've been doing nothing but posting interesting links and stuff. Also, I'm lazy, the weather's nice, and school just started again, so there's lots to do besides just sit on my computer and write to the blank masses of the internet.
Someday soon I'll write a few updates about what's been going on, what's about to go on, and general musings that have been floating around in my brain for the last few weeks. What a treat for y'all...
But until then, another dumb link to tide you over. (I'm kind of obsessed with this flash animation at the moment, and I don't know why. But it's awesome.)
1. Usually when I'm on my computer, I'm eating a meal. So I tend to watch and read instead of trying to write and chat, because I only have two hands and it's likely that one of two hands are covered in some sort of sauce. And I don't type one-handed.
2. The "so-I-went-to-the-gym-and-then-to-the-store-and-wouldn't-you-know-it-but-they-didn't-have-any-more-tomatoes-so-I-went-to-another-store-and-found-some!" stories are boring for me to write and even less interesting for you to read. Basically, if I don't have anything interesting to write, I'd rather not write at all.
So that's why I've been doing nothing but posting interesting links and stuff. Also, I'm lazy, the weather's nice, and school just started again, so there's lots to do besides just sit on my computer and write to the blank masses of the internet.
Someday soon I'll write a few updates about what's been going on, what's about to go on, and general musings that have been floating around in my brain for the last few weeks. What a treat for y'all...
But until then, another dumb link to tide you over. (I'm kind of obsessed with this flash animation at the moment, and I don't know why. But it's awesome.)
10.5.06
3.5.06
And Now, I Bring You...
... the last thing I needed to read right before eating dinner.
Good God. Now I don't even want to have children.
... the last thing I needed to read right before eating dinner.
Good God. Now I don't even want to have children.
27.4.06
26.4.06
20.4.06
Okay. Now is as good of a time as any to recap my travels from the last month. If I don't do it now, I won't want to do it when school starts, and then it'll never get done. Be forewarned, though; this post covers from March 23, 2006 to the present. This could be a long one.
My aunt arrived in Germany in March, and after a day of sightseeing in Tuebingen, we headed out to Baden-Baden, a small, pleasant city a few hours from here by train and very close to the French border. I'd been to Baden-Baden a few times before, since Jeff's mom's cousin lives near there with her husband and we've visited them a couple times this year. So I'd seen a lot of it before - the pretty gardens, the casino, the upscale shopping, the old Roman bath ruins - but my aunt wanted to go to the spa, which I had never done. I thought this to be a good idea, since it was decently priced and I'd never been to a spa. Plus, Baden-Baden was historically a very popular place to bathe publicly, because of thermal water that is still used in the spas there today. We chose the Friedrichsbad, which was built in a Renaissance style near the Roman ruins. It was then that I realized the two problems I would have with this:
- You had to be completely naked for the entirety of the time in the spa.
- The pools were co-ed on the day we decided to go.
Naturally, I had my reservations about this, having extremely pale skin and not exactly proud of my weight. Being naked in front of women was something that I got used to quick, but being around strange men? Luckily, the atmosphere was such that no one said a thing to each other, or even looked at other people with anything but curious observation. It was very comfortable, and I can rest assured knowing that the only person that I will ever see again from that experience will be my aunt. Oh, and I was very relaxed and rejuvinated after I got out of there - I highly recommend a visit to the Friedrichsbad if you are ever in Baden-Baden.
Related statement: Any sons of mine will be circumcised. End of discussion.
After enjoying a few days in Baden-Baden with surprisingly good weather, my aunt and I made our way to Switzerland, to visit her old host family from a high-school exchange that took place almost forty years ago. It's amazing that they still stay in contact, but once I got there I found out why. These people are the nicest people you will ever meet. The Swiss have a reputation of being cold and stand-offish, much like the Germans, but once you're invited to their home, they are completely different. We stayed for a week, and here are my impressions/experiences, not in any particular order:
Bodensee. Known in English as Lake Constance, the Bodensee is bordered by Germany to the north, Switzerland to the southwest and Austria to the southeast. We took several trips to Konstanz, the German city which was right across the border from the Swiss village we were staying in. (At night, I could see the lights of the city from my bedroom.) We also visited other cities on the Bodensee, most notably Friedrichshafen, where Graf Zeppelin (of Zeppelin balloon fame) was born and developed his air ships. We visited a museum dedicated to him while we were there, and I learned a lot about what I consider to be the fascinating subject of zepplins. This was my first encounter with Bodensee, and I have to say, it's beautiful and I'd love to go again.
Zurich. Staying with the older sister of my aunt's exchange sister, we spent a pleasant evening in Zurich. We went to the Kunsthaus, where I admired Impressionist works and lamented how terribly underdressed I was in comparision to most of the other patrons. Afterwards, we walked around Zurich, looked at the Grossmunster (where my aunt actually went to school), and had a drink before heading home for the night. Zurich is quite a pretty place, and it was different this time from what I remembered it being like from the first time I was there, almost 2 years ago.
Appenzeller Cheese. Appenzell is a quaint, picturesque little Swiss town: cute Fachwerk houses nestled among rolling cow-scattered hills, with snowy mountains in the near distance. They are known for their picturesque quality, their traditions, their dogs, and their cheese. We visited the cheese factory, and sampled the delicious cheese - I recommend Surchoix. You can visit their website for more info, if you care that much.
Winterthur. Since it is one of the larger Swiss towns, my aunt's host sister suggested I go to Winterthur on the day she and my aunt were scheduled to have lunch with 3 of the ladies they went to high school with 40 years ago. It sounded like a better option than the lunch for me, so I went. On that day, we did a lot of car travel, and I felt pretty sick about half an hour before they were going to set me on the bus that would take me to Winterthur, so they almost made me come with them to the lunch. Rather than let a bunch of ladies fret about me, I decided to go to Winterthur anyway. It wasn't a bad decision, but it was kind of boring exploring the city by myself. Basically, I walked the pedestrian zone, shopped, and ducked the rain for 3 hours. Finally, I had a cappiccino, asked where an internet cafe was, and was directed to the State Library, where I ate up the remaining 2 hours by reading magazines.
Swiss German. I swear to you, it was like an entirely different language. Listening to conversations, I picked up about as much as I would have if they had been speaking French. Everything's completely different from Hochdeutsch, or High German, which is what I am used to speaking and hearing. The only difference is that when I spoke High German to anyone, they would switch into it too, because they use High German for reading and writing, both in schools and in newspapers and other written media. So basically, I couldn't understand what was going on, but when I asked questions, they still had the upper hand, even when answering in Hochdeutsch, because it's still their language after all. It was a very weird experience. Also, Swiss German is much throatier, much more gutteral, and generally just a lot uglier than regular German. So if you thought German was ugly, go to Northern Switzerland.
Coffee Machines. Every house that we visited had an awesome coffee machine. The house we stayed at the most had a manual Nespresso machine, where you just added another little Nestle capsule every time you wanted an espresso, and then fired up the machine for as long as you wanted, depending on how strong you wanted your coffee. The one at the sister's house was an automatic, so much more expensive and with more features, but still serving the same basic purpose. The Swiss take their coffee very seriously, as I found out on this trip.
Tante Frene und Tante Griete. These two old members of the family, Aunt Frene and Aunt Griete, were hands-down the coolest old people I have EVER met. (With the exception of Ashley's dad.) The two aunts never married, and have been living together in a little house in a Swiss village since the 50's. They are both in their 90's now, but are still very active - they ride their bicycles and take the bus in to town to go grocery shopping. Mentally, they are very much aware of what is going on around them, and they spoke a very refined High German while I was there, since they knew I didn't understand Swiss German. They asked me lots of questions and referenced literature and spoke about the past and the present - I couldn't believe that I was having this conversation with two little old hunchbacked ladies who were still living on their own. If you can't tell, I was very impressed, and hope I am just like them if I ever make it to 90.
Family dinner. On the last night of my stay in Switzerland, we had a big family reunion in the restaurant owned and operated by the host brother. I basically sat and listened, trying to discern some crumbs of the conversation and failing miserably. So instead, I looked around the table at all the cousins, which was not a bad option because every single boy in that family is super, super cute. Every once in a while, I'd have a short conversation with somebody in either High German or English, but for the most part I just sat, looked around and ate the wonderful Swiss food. I didn't have much of a problem with this, because I knew that if I had some random foreigner at my family reunion, I'd be much more concerned with catching up with the relatives than talking to this guy I didn't know. Plus, it was a wonderful free dinner. So it was all good.
Switzerland is an expensive country. That's all I have to say about that one.
Next major post will cover the main points about the trip to Paris with Jeff and his parents. Right now, I have to get ready to go walking to Bebenhausen with Ronda, who just got back yesterday. I'm super excited, because a. I haven't been to Bebenhausen yet, even though it's right next to Tuebingen, and b. Ronda and I haven't seen each other for more than 6 weeks!
So, till tomorrow. Hopefully.
My aunt arrived in Germany in March, and after a day of sightseeing in Tuebingen, we headed out to Baden-Baden, a small, pleasant city a few hours from here by train and very close to the French border. I'd been to Baden-Baden a few times before, since Jeff's mom's cousin lives near there with her husband and we've visited them a couple times this year. So I'd seen a lot of it before - the pretty gardens, the casino, the upscale shopping, the old Roman bath ruins - but my aunt wanted to go to the spa, which I had never done. I thought this to be a good idea, since it was decently priced and I'd never been to a spa. Plus, Baden-Baden was historically a very popular place to bathe publicly, because of thermal water that is still used in the spas there today. We chose the Friedrichsbad, which was built in a Renaissance style near the Roman ruins. It was then that I realized the two problems I would have with this:
- You had to be completely naked for the entirety of the time in the spa.
- The pools were co-ed on the day we decided to go.
Naturally, I had my reservations about this, having extremely pale skin and not exactly proud of my weight. Being naked in front of women was something that I got used to quick, but being around strange men? Luckily, the atmosphere was such that no one said a thing to each other, or even looked at other people with anything but curious observation. It was very comfortable, and I can rest assured knowing that the only person that I will ever see again from that experience will be my aunt. Oh, and I was very relaxed and rejuvinated after I got out of there - I highly recommend a visit to the Friedrichsbad if you are ever in Baden-Baden.
Related statement: Any sons of mine will be circumcised. End of discussion.
After enjoying a few days in Baden-Baden with surprisingly good weather, my aunt and I made our way to Switzerland, to visit her old host family from a high-school exchange that took place almost forty years ago. It's amazing that they still stay in contact, but once I got there I found out why. These people are the nicest people you will ever meet. The Swiss have a reputation of being cold and stand-offish, much like the Germans, but once you're invited to their home, they are completely different. We stayed for a week, and here are my impressions/experiences, not in any particular order:
Bodensee. Known in English as Lake Constance, the Bodensee is bordered by Germany to the north, Switzerland to the southwest and Austria to the southeast. We took several trips to Konstanz, the German city which was right across the border from the Swiss village we were staying in. (At night, I could see the lights of the city from my bedroom.) We also visited other cities on the Bodensee, most notably Friedrichshafen, where Graf Zeppelin (of Zeppelin balloon fame) was born and developed his air ships. We visited a museum dedicated to him while we were there, and I learned a lot about what I consider to be the fascinating subject of zepplins. This was my first encounter with Bodensee, and I have to say, it's beautiful and I'd love to go again.
Zurich. Staying with the older sister of my aunt's exchange sister, we spent a pleasant evening in Zurich. We went to the Kunsthaus, where I admired Impressionist works and lamented how terribly underdressed I was in comparision to most of the other patrons. Afterwards, we walked around Zurich, looked at the Grossmunster (where my aunt actually went to school), and had a drink before heading home for the night. Zurich is quite a pretty place, and it was different this time from what I remembered it being like from the first time I was there, almost 2 years ago.
Appenzeller Cheese. Appenzell is a quaint, picturesque little Swiss town: cute Fachwerk houses nestled among rolling cow-scattered hills, with snowy mountains in the near distance. They are known for their picturesque quality, their traditions, their dogs, and their cheese. We visited the cheese factory, and sampled the delicious cheese - I recommend Surchoix. You can visit their website for more info, if you care that much.
Winterthur. Since it is one of the larger Swiss towns, my aunt's host sister suggested I go to Winterthur on the day she and my aunt were scheduled to have lunch with 3 of the ladies they went to high school with 40 years ago. It sounded like a better option than the lunch for me, so I went. On that day, we did a lot of car travel, and I felt pretty sick about half an hour before they were going to set me on the bus that would take me to Winterthur, so they almost made me come with them to the lunch. Rather than let a bunch of ladies fret about me, I decided to go to Winterthur anyway. It wasn't a bad decision, but it was kind of boring exploring the city by myself. Basically, I walked the pedestrian zone, shopped, and ducked the rain for 3 hours. Finally, I had a cappiccino, asked where an internet cafe was, and was directed to the State Library, where I ate up the remaining 2 hours by reading magazines.
Swiss German. I swear to you, it was like an entirely different language. Listening to conversations, I picked up about as much as I would have if they had been speaking French. Everything's completely different from Hochdeutsch, or High German, which is what I am used to speaking and hearing. The only difference is that when I spoke High German to anyone, they would switch into it too, because they use High German for reading and writing, both in schools and in newspapers and other written media. So basically, I couldn't understand what was going on, but when I asked questions, they still had the upper hand, even when answering in Hochdeutsch, because it's still their language after all. It was a very weird experience. Also, Swiss German is much throatier, much more gutteral, and generally just a lot uglier than regular German. So if you thought German was ugly, go to Northern Switzerland.
Coffee Machines. Every house that we visited had an awesome coffee machine. The house we stayed at the most had a manual Nespresso machine, where you just added another little Nestle capsule every time you wanted an espresso, and then fired up the machine for as long as you wanted, depending on how strong you wanted your coffee. The one at the sister's house was an automatic, so much more expensive and with more features, but still serving the same basic purpose. The Swiss take their coffee very seriously, as I found out on this trip.
Tante Frene und Tante Griete. These two old members of the family, Aunt Frene and Aunt Griete, were hands-down the coolest old people I have EVER met. (With the exception of Ashley's dad.) The two aunts never married, and have been living together in a little house in a Swiss village since the 50's. They are both in their 90's now, but are still very active - they ride their bicycles and take the bus in to town to go grocery shopping. Mentally, they are very much aware of what is going on around them, and they spoke a very refined High German while I was there, since they knew I didn't understand Swiss German. They asked me lots of questions and referenced literature and spoke about the past and the present - I couldn't believe that I was having this conversation with two little old hunchbacked ladies who were still living on their own. If you can't tell, I was very impressed, and hope I am just like them if I ever make it to 90.
Family dinner. On the last night of my stay in Switzerland, we had a big family reunion in the restaurant owned and operated by the host brother. I basically sat and listened, trying to discern some crumbs of the conversation and failing miserably. So instead, I looked around the table at all the cousins, which was not a bad option because every single boy in that family is super, super cute. Every once in a while, I'd have a short conversation with somebody in either High German or English, but for the most part I just sat, looked around and ate the wonderful Swiss food. I didn't have much of a problem with this, because I knew that if I had some random foreigner at my family reunion, I'd be much more concerned with catching up with the relatives than talking to this guy I didn't know. Plus, it was a wonderful free dinner. So it was all good.
Switzerland is an expensive country. That's all I have to say about that one.
Next major post will cover the main points about the trip to Paris with Jeff and his parents. Right now, I have to get ready to go walking to Bebenhausen with Ronda, who just got back yesterday. I'm super excited, because a. I haven't been to Bebenhausen yet, even though it's right next to Tuebingen, and b. Ronda and I haven't seen each other for more than 6 weeks!
So, till tomorrow. Hopefully.
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