Little town, its a quiet village. Every day, like the one before. Little town, full of little people; waking up to say….Guten Morgen! (Adapted from ‘Beauty and the Beast’) The train screeched to a halt at a small building, painted blue letters reading HALLSTATT. With an Austrian family, a Hispanic family and a couple of…
The real life “stumble upon” is much more thrilling than the online version. Especially when it involves lederhosen. After checking into my hostel in Nuremberg, I set out to explore the city. My first stumble, was upon a children’s festival, complete with games, balloons and a tattooed man in cow print pants singing “nein, nein,…
Language is a funny thing. Gerlinde, Dietmar, Martin and Jürgen are my current and gracious hosts in the small village of Talheim. Gerlinde and I have had so many conversations over breakfasts of pretzels and tea and long walks in vineyards and forests. Her favorite topic of conversation is language and the meaning of words.…
Thankful to find a seat, I settled in to the ICE train from Brussels to Köln. The woman next to me smiled and made a comment, in English! I soon learned she was from Greece and lives in Germany. Later she was reading a book, in Greek. I excused myself, flashed my wrist and asked…
I’ve fallen in love with a little city known as Bruges. It had been decided. I would take my plane ticket originally meant for teaching English in Barcelona and turn my plans into a one month European adventure. Where to start? A friend told me that she loved Belgium for it’s cobblestone streets and real…
My face gets hot, my heart begins to race and once again I feel very ignorant. I say ‘sorry’ in English, too afraid to make an attempt at a word, I know I will fail miserably. Growing all the more ashamed, I hang my head. Desperate to understand, eager to communicate, but too timid to…
I realize I have promised you pictures, I need an extension on my promise. This time I will say, as soon as I can. Mariedal was truly lovely. I worked an average of 8 hours a day, but I was in one of the most beautiful places I have ever been. It was an exhausting…
Yesterday was an adventure, though I would not have called it that myself until it was over. I arose to a beautiful sunrise over Sant Cugat and prepared for the journey ahead. ¨I’ve got this,¨ I thought, ¨Barcelona to Montpellier, Montpellier to Lyon, Lyon to Saint Rambert d’Albon. Arrive at 6pm. Everything will be just…
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