For the duration of my time in Germany I’ve been staying with a lovely host family. The father is a self-employed landscape gardener who works long hours, and is an all-round working powerhouse. In contrast to his working hours, the 12 periods that I am contracted for in school seem paltry. To combat this, A. invited me along to work with him for the day, so I could get a sense of what a real job is.
In an attempt to get my life under control and introduce at least a Hauch of organisation, spent Sunday sorting out the photos I’ve taken in the last twelve months. Truthfully, this was largely me hiding my pasty skin-tone from the sun (as with red hair I’m known to get burnt to a crisp as soon as the Wetter einigermaßen gut ist.)
In the days approaching my birthday, I didn’t know quite what to expect. At home, things are easy. Normal. There’s a routine to birthdays – presents, birthday bumps (a special gift from a stronger younger sister) and nice dinner together.
I absolutely love Christmas. Possibly too much, even. There’s nothing I like more than seeing bright lights getting stuck on to the front of houses, and encountering the stark smell of cinnamon as I enter a room. That’s never happened, but I remain hopeful…
Have you been looking for a holiday that’s like Hallowe’en but better? The search is over – Sankt Martinstag is here (or was… it was in November.) A lovely festival that involves lanterns, singing and sweets (deeper significance available upon request) [Just kidding – no request necessary, that’s all coming up. Feel free to skip the words and just look at the pictures though.]
I think my favourite thing about shopping might be getting refunds. Refunds or freebies.
Well, I’m now almost two months in to my German adventure and things have certainly been interesting… I had grand plans: plans to travel, to explore, just to throw myself into life in a new country. My plans did not, however, include getting first-hand experience of the German health service within two weeks of arrival.