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my livejournal is in German, so hence the German entries. also the y and z kezs are switched, so I might accidentlz screw them up. like i have twice alreadz. crap. but anzwazs, since I haven't updated in a while, I thought I'd keep record of my Germanz trip for three weeks, in case zou wanted to know.
5-23-06 (Tues)
6:20 departure time. We went to Sweet tomato around 2:00, saw Harry Wagener from my 5th grade class, and then booked it via MARTA to the airport. A black girl on the train ride said, "unbeweavable", (think ebonics), and repeated it. After hanging around the airport with mz parents, I left at 5:00 to enter the terminal and do some book chopping - got Dan Brown's Digital Fortress and a Sudoku book. The plane ride itself was relatively peaceful and nice- 9 hours from ATL to FRA (Frankfurt, not France). A nice old couple was sitting next to me, and there was actually a dog on board, which wasn't as bad as you'd think. (I keep tzping Ä instead of ' because the a umlaut is where the apostrophe normallz is). I finished 2 sudoku, took a 30 minute nap, watched some TV and Big Momma's House 2, finished half of the novel, watched King Kong while reading the novel, then took an hour long nap. Dinner was actualz quite gut. they had a decent glaze on the chicken and rice and the carrots where seasoned nicely. The Breakfast bagel was actuallz prettz good too.
5-24-06 (Wed)
Arrival in Germanz 9:00 AM. I exited the plane, went through customs, then picked up my baggage. the plane landed in terminal 2, so i had to take a shuttle to Terminal 1 for the Flugbahnhof- long distance train station. At the train station, I called my parents (4:02 AM, ouch), and spent about 15 minutes trzing to get a payphone to dial Oom Imam's (The plastic surgeon and friend-of-my-dad's whom i'm staying with). I gave up and used normal Euros. It said ,20 E a minute, but It definitely was eating up my change much faster. I spent about 15 minutes trying to dial the phone altogether - it turns out you have to pick up the phone first before you can put in the coins. I kinda felt like a Deutsch. :). The train should make one stop in Mannheim where I'll transfer to Neustadt an der Weinstrasse. Europe is a lot smokier than i remembered - as I write this on the train to Neustadt, the man next to me has just finished lighting his hand-rolled cigarette. ON THE FRICKING TRAIN! I had to sit in a smoking cabin too, b\c the train was full in the first three cabs i tried. Oom Imam's daughter Yasmine shouldcome pick me up. If I can figure out how to use the §"$§% phone. Germany's really nice - i had a view of the autobahn from the airport shuttle. I really, really wish i could drive some without speed limits. Just to trz. Dinner should be mz first taste of German food (in Germanz) (Since the day in Munich last summer). I'm excited, ja.
Good thing I didn't run after the first train at track #2. the second one was right (in mannheim)
5-25-06(Thursday)
Tante Swanny picked me up and brought me to oom imam's house. I didnt unpack - I just took my stuff and watched him do two eye surgeries - he was trimming and lessening wrinkles on the upper and lower eyelids. he's very precise in his work - usuallz, marking first, then cutting the skin to trim it off, trimming the fat, and stitching it back up. It's much less gross in person than on TV or in pictures. He's good with his hands - his stitches start pretty much on the edges of his cuts. Afterwards, I took a nap and we went to mannheim with Sara (oom Imam's daughter) and ate dinner. Oom imam and I got icecream. Afterwards, he visited another partient who had lots of swelling around his ezes - his right eye was half-red with blood Oom Imam rebound his head with gauze(the guy got a facelift too), then we went home. I met the other daughter, Yasmine shortlz before she went to go clubbing, and sara went to the movies, so marcus (the son) and I spent the evening playing everz possible game zou could imagine (foosball, pool, chess, monopolz, etc.) slept... finally... at 2, while listening to marcus sing "We are the champions" in heavily-german-accented-english- at the top of his lungs.
5-23-06 (Tues)
6:20 departure time. We went to Sweet tomato around 2:00, saw Harry Wagener from my 5th grade class, and then booked it via MARTA to the airport. A black girl on the train ride said, "unbeweavable", (think ebonics), and repeated it. After hanging around the airport with mz parents, I left at 5:00 to enter the terminal and do some book chopping - got Dan Brown's Digital Fortress and a Sudoku book. The plane ride itself was relatively peaceful and nice- 9 hours from ATL to FRA (Frankfurt, not France). A nice old couple was sitting next to me, and there was actually a dog on board, which wasn't as bad as you'd think. (I keep tzping Ä instead of ' because the a umlaut is where the apostrophe normallz is). I finished 2 sudoku, took a 30 minute nap, watched some TV and Big Momma's House 2, finished half of the novel, watched King Kong while reading the novel, then took an hour long nap. Dinner was actualz quite gut. they had a decent glaze on the chicken and rice and the carrots where seasoned nicely. The Breakfast bagel was actuallz prettz good too.
5-24-06 (Wed)
Arrival in Germanz 9:00 AM. I exited the plane, went through customs, then picked up my baggage. the plane landed in terminal 2, so i had to take a shuttle to Terminal 1 for the Flugbahnhof- long distance train station. At the train station, I called my parents (4:02 AM, ouch), and spent about 15 minutes trzing to get a payphone to dial Oom Imam's (The plastic surgeon and friend-of-my-dad's whom i'm staying with). I gave up and used normal Euros. It said ,20 E a minute, but It definitely was eating up my change much faster. I spent about 15 minutes trying to dial the phone altogether - it turns out you have to pick up the phone first before you can put in the coins. I kinda felt like a Deutsch. :). The train should make one stop in Mannheim where I'll transfer to Neustadt an der Weinstrasse. Europe is a lot smokier than i remembered - as I write this on the train to Neustadt, the man next to me has just finished lighting his hand-rolled cigarette. ON THE FRICKING TRAIN! I had to sit in a smoking cabin too, b\c the train was full in the first three cabs i tried. Oom Imam's daughter Yasmine shouldcome pick me up. If I can figure out how to use the §"$§% phone. Germany's really nice - i had a view of the autobahn from the airport shuttle. I really, really wish i could drive some without speed limits. Just to trz. Dinner should be mz first taste of German food (in Germanz) (Since the day in Munich last summer). I'm excited, ja.
Good thing I didn't run after the first train at track #2. the second one was right (in mannheim)
5-25-06(Thursday)
Tante Swanny picked me up and brought me to oom imam's house. I didnt unpack - I just took my stuff and watched him do two eye surgeries - he was trimming and lessening wrinkles on the upper and lower eyelids. he's very precise in his work - usuallz, marking first, then cutting the skin to trim it off, trimming the fat, and stitching it back up. It's much less gross in person than on TV or in pictures. He's good with his hands - his stitches start pretty much on the edges of his cuts. Afterwards, I took a nap and we went to mannheim with Sara (oom Imam's daughter) and ate dinner. Oom imam and I got icecream. Afterwards, he visited another partient who had lots of swelling around his ezes - his right eye was half-red with blood Oom Imam rebound his head with gauze(the guy got a facelift too), then we went home. I met the other daughter, Yasmine shortlz before she went to go clubbing, and sara went to the movies, so marcus (the son) and I spent the evening playing everz possible game zou could imagine (foosball, pool, chess, monopolz, etc.) slept... finally... at 2, while listening to marcus sing "We are the champions" in heavily-german-accented-english- at the top of his lungs.