Let me just say, first off, grocery stores in Germany are a complete joke. I just got back from a shopping trip were I was able to find only half of the things on my grocery list. HALF! Granted, I was at the Rewe near my WG, which is a pathetic grocery store even by German standards, but still. Among the things I couldn’t find: dried banana chips, raisins, baby carrots, peanut butter, string cheese, and get this: eggs. I kid you not! I couldn’t find EGGS in a grocery store. I guess they were sold out, but tell me, when have you EVER been to a grocery store where they were sold out of EGGS? Ridiculous. Perhaps some of the items can be found, and I just don’t know my way around yet. (I swear the eggs were NOT there though. I looked for at least 15 minutes)
Failed shopping trip after failed shopping trip makes me wonder how long it takes to figure out the German grocery store organization. Although, I have a suspicion that Germans themselves don’t really understand it. I know Markus doesn’t. However, since Markus is a guy and doesn’t cook much; I probably can’t use him as an example, huh? Well anyway, close to 5 months isn’t enough time to figure out a small grocery store that I shop in a couple times a week. This is one of the reasons why I’ve been eating the same things all semester. I have about 3-4 meals that I rotate around. It’s getting old and I’ve been putting on weight, so I decided to spice things up a bit and try different foods. (Yes, Corky Porky is finally living up to her name)
I just realized that I should have chosen to do this adventurous shopping trip on some day other than a Monday. Dumb move on my part; Mondays never go smoothly. I had a Referat (presentation) today that I wasn’t well prepared for and a grammar test that I also wasn’t prepared for. This time I actually have a fairly reasonable excuse…well, maybe. I wasn’t in Tübingen at all last weekend. Friday I went to Neuschwanstein with Monica and a couple others and then to Koln on Saturday and Sunday with my history class.
Even though I had already been to Neuschwanstein, I jumped at the invitation to join Monica and her Canadian friend who was visiting. It was either go to a beautiful fairytale castle, or sit in my room and work or a boring Referat all day. Easy choice. Maybe not the most responsible choice, but who makes responsible and academically correct choices while abroad? Exactly. I enjoyed Neuschwanstein just as much as last time if not more due to my excellent traveling buddies. We (ok, mostly I) enjoyed making fun of Monica the whole time for finding the castles and scenic landscapes of Bavaria to be somewhat “ho-hum”. Honestly, Germans have don’t seem to appreciate how beautiful their country is. I didn’t take a TON of pictures this time around because I already had several of the angles in ’05.
Oh… Köln. Well I made it there, but not without a bit of panicking. The bus was to leave the uni building at 7:30 and I realized at 7:20 that the bus I had planned on taking doesn’t run that early on Saturdays. Luckily for me, I live only a 15-minute-RUN from where the bus would pick us up. 15 minutes running and I had only 10. So, I began to run awkwardly with my luggage across town cursing under my breath. WHY hadn’t I been more careful when I checked the bus schedule? I did NOT pay for a trip that I wouldn’t get to go on! WHY can’t the bus simply pick me up in front of my WG like it does for all of the Fichtenweg people?? Finally I made it to the bus stop 8 minutes after they said they would leave. I sighed with relief and collapsed into the seat behind Chris only about a minute before the bus started up and took off. (No, they weren’t waiting on me; I just lucked out.)
When we arrived in Köln that evening, we unloaded our stuff in our rooms and headed straight to dinner. It was the first time I had eaten in a youth hostel and I guess it wasn’t too bad. After dinner I set out to explore Köln on my own a bit before heading back to my room to work on the stupid Referat. I soon found a Starbucks and bought a tasty, long awaited frappaccino. (some say I have a Starbucks radar) On my way back to the youth hostel, I encountered my class heading into the city with the professor. I asked Chris where they were all going and he said, “Oh, they’re showing us were some of the best bars are.” Figures. On every class excursion I’ve gone on so far, we are provided with information about/ directions to bars. Do they ever direct us to the nearest Starbucks? Oh, no! No wonder I don’t make many friends. Almost everyone else studies abroad to party and get wasted in as many different cities as possible. I think there were a few people on the trip that actually felt sorry for me. One person asked me, “so…do you not have any friends in class?” Only, the way he asked it, it sounded more like he thought I have NO friends. Period. I have friends. Very good friends. Most of them, however, are back home in the States. (I miss you guys!)
Cat
7 years ago