three weeks
So I've been here three weeks as of today. Huh. Sort of a long time.
News: I sort of have friends. My flatmate, Eden, and her Ukrainian friend, Polina, and I have been cozy lately, renting dvds on rainy evenings, cooking for each other. Saturday morning I made pancakes with hot peaches and joghurt and maple syrup. Polina cooked salmon for us Saturday night, last night Eden prepared traditional Ethiopian sauces. Mmm. We're from all over the place, living in Germany and speaking English. Missing our boyfriends. Being girls together. It's nice.
I skinned my knees on the cobblestones the other day when I crashed my bike. I know. Yuck. I was trying to do too many things at once I guess, pushing my limits. I left the house before it started raining and then went to the library, filled my bag with books and set out into the blustery wet impending doom. Trying to cross a wet cobblestone street behind a streetcar, not going directly perpendicular across the tracks my back wheel got stuck in the groove and I went down...completely. Like half-way through the fall I thought somehow I was going to catch myself but the sidewalk just kept flying closer and it was a total wipe out. Ugh. Rain pouring down, busy street corner, I could just feel all eyes on me. This insanely friendly insanely good-looking guy (maybe everything was just insane in that moment) came running over, handing me my moleskine and asking over and over again, "Alles in Ordnung? Alles in Ordnung?". I wanted to hug him. Instead I just meekly assured him I was fine and shuffled off into the downpour to buy band-aids and neosporin.
Saturday night I finally experienced a German disco, although luckily a better than typical one. With bodies thumping to the Cure and the White Stripes I somehow managed to let go and just dive onto the dance floor. Sweating and sleepy we staggered home in the wee hours. But only after a stop for Döner (Turkish fast food) at 3am.
I miss American cafe culture, as strange as that may sound. I can't relax at most places here. It's not about sitting and disappearing into your book or laptop here. People actually just talk to each other (haha!) or finish their espresso and leave. I'm still looking for a relaxing place to just settle in for the afternoon by myself.
What are you up to? Please leave me a comment!
News: I sort of have friends. My flatmate, Eden, and her Ukrainian friend, Polina, and I have been cozy lately, renting dvds on rainy evenings, cooking for each other. Saturday morning I made pancakes with hot peaches and joghurt and maple syrup. Polina cooked salmon for us Saturday night, last night Eden prepared traditional Ethiopian sauces. Mmm. We're from all over the place, living in Germany and speaking English. Missing our boyfriends. Being girls together. It's nice.
I skinned my knees on the cobblestones the other day when I crashed my bike. I know. Yuck. I was trying to do too many things at once I guess, pushing my limits. I left the house before it started raining and then went to the library, filled my bag with books and set out into the blustery wet impending doom. Trying to cross a wet cobblestone street behind a streetcar, not going directly perpendicular across the tracks my back wheel got stuck in the groove and I went down...completely. Like half-way through the fall I thought somehow I was going to catch myself but the sidewalk just kept flying closer and it was a total wipe out. Ugh. Rain pouring down, busy street corner, I could just feel all eyes on me. This insanely friendly insanely good-looking guy (maybe everything was just insane in that moment) came running over, handing me my moleskine and asking over and over again, "Alles in Ordnung? Alles in Ordnung?". I wanted to hug him. Instead I just meekly assured him I was fine and shuffled off into the downpour to buy band-aids and neosporin.
Saturday night I finally experienced a German disco, although luckily a better than typical one. With bodies thumping to the Cure and the White Stripes I somehow managed to let go and just dive onto the dance floor. Sweating and sleepy we staggered home in the wee hours. But only after a stop for Döner (Turkish fast food) at 3am.
I miss American cafe culture, as strange as that may sound. I can't relax at most places here. It's not about sitting and disappearing into your book or laptop here. People actually just talk to each other (haha!) or finish their espresso and leave. I'm still looking for a relaxing place to just settle in for the afternoon by myself.
What are you up to? Please leave me a comment!
posted by greta at 13:43
4 Comments:
first day of work. i was mildly sick and detatched at the neck. but its the beginning of money in the bank. also a brick bounced of my leg, which was odd because it didnt hurt, and i got to drive the BIG dumptruck. which i will soon send you a picture of, because you would probably die (in a good way) at the sight of it.
yikes, I'm sorry you hurt your knees. fucking cobblestone. I'm still at home doing homelike things -- this morning I made waffles... I swear to god they were better than veggie planet sunday waffles, except that nobody was around to consume them with me. I'm almost done being here... I went to SF and blah blah, it was wonderful, what a story, and I got to meet William! I feel really odd writing all of this in a blog comment but what the heck. Our new roommates are insane... they don't read this do they? They are actually pretty normal... going to Maryland soon and writing a book... its raining. I wish it would be sunny it seems like it's raining everywhere these days. I'm glad things seems to be getting a little less lonely over there? Love you and miss you.
nights at the disco followed by a late night doener... sounds familiar. gross, but fun. those were the days. sort of.
i'm moving out. it's sad. the house is losing its personality. disturbingly fast. it's so empty here now. just me and my future roommate left. one more week and we're gone too.
riding my bike around the beautiful summery streets of berkeley hunting apartment furniture. it's gorgeous.
j
man oh man...i miss you so much, greta! reading this just kicks me full of nostalgia. i miss you!!!!
i'm in arizona right now, driving through the deserts. do you know most of the cacti here have crutches because they're so old? they look somehow very sad and decrepit, yet beautiful.
sending you all sorts of love overseas, (what is your address? i will send you mail!)
xox.casey
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