Deutsche Schule

Did I mention that we were blasting "Flight of the Valkries" out of the windows of the car as we paraded around town after the game on Saturday? The song with the fat viking opera lady. You might also know it from a Looney Tunes episode with Elmer Fudd and Bugs Bunny playing out the parts in a comic opera. La-la-la-la-luh, la-la-la-la-luh, la-la-la-LAH-luh, la-la-la-la...
Only in Germany.

Anyway. German school. With Italians. I was woken up at eight this morning after another horrible night's sleep. I could not fall asleep until one. Today I am feeling pretty on time though. Well, at least better than I have been. I got up and had another german breakfast of meat and bread. Their bread here is very thick, and almost hard to swallow. The Germans eat meat almost all the time. It is good food, but heavy in your stomach. After eating, one feels like sleeping, rather than continuing with the day.

I rode my bike to German school with Belen for a 9:45 class. It is a class that they thought would be too advanced to me, I caught on right away. There are four Italian teenagers and one older pregnant Russian woman. All of the Italians have been studying German for at least 7 years, and the Russian has lived here for a year. They are all nice people and the teacher is good at her job. I think that I will enjoy these classes. At 12:15, I said goodbye to my new friends, who had invited me out for lunch, and rode home. I had already told Belen that I would be home for lunch and did not have her phone humber with me. When I got home, I was locked out of the house for a half-hour until Stephan came home from school.

Later, while Belen cooked, Stephan and I picked cherries from the baum in their backyard. I picked first while he collected the berries in a bucket, and used the cherry-picker from the ladder.


Then, to my surprise, Stephan jumped off of the ladder into the tree, climbed it and threw berries down to me that he hand-picked. We were very hungry by that time, so hurried to the table when Belen called us. Today we had the best food that Belen has made yet. It was fried German noodles with sliced bratvurst, bacon, and sauer kraut. I like sauer kraut very much and ended up having thirds and finishing the last of the food. Here are Ramon and Belen sitting outside with our meal. Belen laughs a lot.

At lunch, Belen gave me a German kids soccer magazine to read. That reminded me about soccer, and because Ramon couldn't come, I called Thomas and invited him to go to the Australia-Italy game. He said that he would meet me there.

I was a bit late in arriving at the square because my chain came off of my bike several times on the way there. I found my Italian friends from school almost immediately and sat with them while scanning for Tom in the crowd. No sign. It ended up that he couldn't come because his trainer unexpectedly gave him a long lecture on diet (probably about the five beers on Saturday if you ask me), and by the time he was finished, Tom couldn't make it down in time for half-time even. It was fine because it wasn't a good game anyway, except for how it was won. I had fun with my new Italian friends for that part of the game.

It was 0-0 the whole game, even with Italy down one player due to a red card. They went into overtime and had several close calls, but no spectacular plays. Then BOOM, foul in the goal box. Penalty kick. TOOOOOOOOOOOOR!!! The Italians went crazy. There were less of them there, but they rivaled the Germans on Saturday for minute there.


I came back home and sat down for dinner with my German family. We had another great meal of fajitas. They had some really weird condiments though. Tuna fish and nectarines, and before tonight had never had carmelized onions, which is the prime ingredient at my house.

I forgot, but I thought that Stephan might like that mentioned it. He showed me his piggy-bank, in which he has 172 euros in coins. It is glued shut and he said he would would rather have a pig worth that much than spend the money. Here is picture of him with his precious.

"My precious, my precious"

I am going to talk with my mother on skype any minute now. Until tommorrow.