Monday, June 3, 2013

3/6/13

Well as I told you, I had a good story to tell.

First, about my day. I woke up and felt better than the past day. After breakfast, I was feeling almost ambitious, so I saddled up and hit the road. Actually, I just put on pants and a sweater and left with my backpack. I walked to Reve, the supermarket on the other side of the next town. I had a list with translations into German of food I needed to make Jana and her mom chicken riggies and macaroni salad. It was really hard trying to find what food is by the picture on the box. Some things I realized:


  1. Can not find brown sugar or chocolate chips. Terrible Germans. 
  2. No clue how to differentiate between raw meats
    1. of course I mean like the obvious differences are ok, like beef and chicken... but what I bought I was completely unsure of its actual contents besides probably chicken. 
  3. The dairy aisles are quite complex
  4. When asking for help... if you just point to a word on a piece of paper, you will feel stupid.
  5. I spent over an hour in a supermarket around 3/4 the size of Foodking. 
Anyways, I got all the ingredients except for the two listed but who cares. I went on and made food, which took way too long. I am not a pro at cutting vegetables, so two onions, three peppers a carrot and a stalk and a half of celery took me about an hour and fifteen minutes or so.By the time food was done, it actually was good and they all liked it (Jana's mom, sister and Jana). I was happy, even if they don't eat bread with dinner.

Jana and I made cookies because Germans also don't do those (why am I here?). it was fun but we burnt the cookies because the oven is a convection oven and blows hot air instead of just heating it. Needless to say the cookies were slightly burnt... but Jana was introduced to the age old profession of eating cookie dough. She was impressed. I was disappointed because there wasn't enough chocolate in them or any brown sugar. Also, we cut up two chocolate bars to use as chips. They cost 36 cents a piece. I don't understand.

Anyways, the story. On Friday I went to Limburg alone. Jana told me to get home, I need to take the train at the hour from platform one. So after shopping, which I got a nice rain jacket, I got on the train. I also had two ice creams because... Yea. So the train stops at Neiderbrechen, the town before mine and then it speeds past Oberbrechen. I am sitting there thinking, "hmm.. ahh." So I get off at the next stop which is Bad Camberg... 5 towns on the other side of Oberbrechen. But luckily Jana worked in Bad Camberg Friday so I could just hitch a ride home with her. The time was 16.35... Jana left at 16.00.

So with that option out, I called her and she said to get on the next train. So I walk back to the train station and watch the train I need to be on drive away. Cool. Then my phone dies. Great. So I do what had to be done... and start walking. There is a bike road that runs all the way to Limburg through each small village on the way, just like the train. After a solid 2 hours walking, I make it the 10 Kilometers/ 6.2 miles home, bags and all. I was treated with spaghetti and solid hugs because they were worried. Luckily I just figure things out sometimes. 

Ok