Two weekends ago I went to Salzburg, which was beautiful. We saw two modern art museums, catacombs, churches, a fortress, Mozart’s birthplace, and went on a boat tour. We purchased a Salzburg card and were able to do all this for only 24 euro. A steal, if you ask me. And it was really fun posting Bryan’s stickers around. (He better send me more…hint).
Last week, I had the kids by myself for 3 days and 2 nights. It wasn’t as stressful as I imagined it would be, but still tiring. We went to a petting zoo/playground, a Bavarian festival in Holzkirchen, and a gnome adventure land (which was amazing). To be honest, I ended up having a really great time.
Yesterday, I went running on a forest trail and ended up getting lost for 2 whole hours. I cried like a big wussy, but finally ended up stumbling upon the right field leading back to my village. The crying must have opened up my tear ducts because as soon as I got back, my eyes began to swell shut. Like, literally, SWELL SHUT. Elke had to take me to a german pharmacy to get eye drops and some sort of non-drowsy antihistamine. Thankfully, the swelling has gone down today. What fun.
Rachel Wilson was in Munich this past weekend and I got to hang out with her on Sunday. We got beers at Hofbrauhaus and Amber came to meet up with us. It was nice being in the company of Morgantowners. We also went to a bad ass toy museum. I’ll post some pictures later.
As for this coming weekend, I might make it a low key one. Danielle is planning to go to Vienna, which might be really fun. I haven’t decided what I’m doing yet.
A huge hail storm is rolling in tonight. I plan on reading a book.
I’m really not sure how I’m feeling about Germany at this point. I’m finishing up my third week here, and have finally gotten a handle on how everything works in town and in my home. I still get a little nervous going into the post office or a cafe, unable to speak German. I just feel rude and ignorant. I KNOW they speak a little English, but I hate making them do it. In America, we force English upon everyone, yet I have no full grasp on any other language. Fucked up.
I like my kids and I like my home, but my parents leave something to be desired. They fight CONSTANTLY. In front of me, with no shame, without holding back. I stand there staring at the floor awkwardly. I also get no praise or credit for the things I’m doing. You’d think in my first week or two, they would try to make me feel like I was doing a good job, but she has never given me any indication of what she thinks about me. Which is fine. I’m trying to just focus on the kids and how wonderful they are. We decided to start doing an art project every week. This week, they are going to help me make postcards for you guys back at home!
This weekend, my friend Danielle and I are going to Dachau concentration camp. It should be interesting. We’ll probably explore around Munich a little on our way back.
Instead of focusing on missing everyone in Morgantown, I’ve been focusing on all the upcoming trips I’m taking, making this whole shitty au pair job worthwhile.