Since some of my besties from home are here visiting this weekend, we took a day trip across the border into Poland yesterday. Here's my Poland Pow and Wow:
Pow: A bird pooped on my head. So gross. Luckily, Dave and Erin came to the rescue with napkins, water and hand sanitizer, but still too disgusting for words.
Wow: Real Polish perogies! Perogies out of the freezer section at home, which I have been eating my whole life, have nothing on these.
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Apparently, spring is the time for thunderstorms in Berlin. Big, booming ones. The best kind. They come out of nowhere, so one minute you're standing in the sun and the next you're getting poured on by the bucketful. Like today, when I was biking home from the open-air service that my church put on with three other churches for Ascension Day. (For reasons that I have not yet figured out, Ascension Day is a major national holiday in Germany. I have taken to calling it "Jesus Drives to Heaven," since that would be a literal translation of the German name: Christi Himmelfahrt. Mostly, I think they just like having holidays in the spring). Tomorrow, I'm going up to an island on the Baltic Sea with my team for our debrief. Naturally, I waited until 10 p.m. the night before to pack my stuff. While I was picking out clothes for the weekend, I had a funny realization. Namely, that the things I was picking out for the weekend were significantly different than I would have chosen a year ago (in fact, a year ago, I was packing for a similar weekend away--that one in Indianapolis--to prepare to come here in the first place). That got me into thinking about all the subtle quiet ways I have changed after a year living in Germany. But since it's late and I have five hours on the train tomorrow to think through the significant things a little more thoroughly, I'll stick to reporting my fashion changes for now* Pow: Sunburn. Resulting from... Pow: Since our beautiful, sunny April ended, there is no telling what the weather is going to do here. The only predictor of whether or not it's going to rain seems to be: did I go somewhere on my bike? If the answer is yes, chances are good that it will rain. No matter if the sky is perfectly blue when I leave home. The rainy-ness isn't necessarily a Pow in itself, just when it's unpredictable. Pow: For some reason, I was in a particularly bad mood all morning and for parts of the afternoon. That doesn't happen to me very often, and I don't know what to do with it when it does. I was planning on going to the "What is success?" outreach my teammates were putting on at the TU, but instead decided to chill out, have a good quiet time, go to the gym, watch a movie. Exactly what I needed. Now, my mood is much improved. Pow: I went to a new class at the gym today, Thai Aerobics, which ended up being HARD. They really should call it Hyperactive Thai Man Dances to the 80's. Fast. Now, I'm all for a good workout (that's why I go, after all) but this guy was like a hummingbird on Red Bull. No one in the class was keeping up with anything he was doing (it didn't help that he didn't demonstrate anything or work up to complicated moves), but he didn't seem to notice that he was the only one on beat and following his choreography. The music was good, though. Can't go wrong with late 80's/early 90's classics. Some funny dance-y moves, too. Pow: Elaine and I decided to bike to campus today, which looked like a good idea weather-wise when we left home. It stopped looking like a good idea when we came out of the Mensa to head home and it was pouring. Second day in a row this has happened. Boo. |