My foreign-exchange experience was to say the least, interesting. I spent about what seemed like eternity in Germany. In reality, I think it was about two or three weeks. I was like, cool, my heritage, I’m German. But whatever.
It was miserable.
I lost ten pounds over there. I probably wouldn’t have eaten at all had it not been for a crepe stand and a McDonalds. I would like to say that the only good thing that happened over there was my first kiss. Yep, I sure was sixteen when that happened. And I’d like to say it, but he ended up being a jerk, so well, I guess I could have waited.
I did get to go with one of my best friends at the time, Liz, so she made it fun. My host sister and I got into an argument about something; I can’t even remember what. We eventually made up before the heavenly flight back to the states. There were three “couples” during this trip; mine was the only one that was “successful” for longer than a month once we got back.
My host family’s dad almost killed us when he drove; my fellow Americans thought it would be funny to trick me into riding a scary ride at a German amusement park, and I had my very first taste of vodka. Well, that wasn’t so bad.
I wouldn’t take back the experience. Of course, if I could and I knew what I knew know, I’d go back and change a whole lot of what happened. The only time everyone got a long was the last final day when we all got together to say good-bye. Enjoy.
|The crepe stand that saved our lives.|
|Most of the Americans.|
|One of the many castles we hiked to.|
|On the train to the amusement park.|
|My exchange student, Ingrid.|
|Last day. Everyone, minus me, because I’m behind the camera.|
|Me and Liz.|
|Pretty sunset over the Rhine River.|