A Little Rambling

I miss the Festaburg so very, very much. Part of making new friends means I get to tell my story a lot, and so I've gotten to dig through a lot of old memories recently. As much as being an Aupair is what got me to Germany, the heart of the story is the Festaburg. Brad and Debbie took me in and loved me. I miss playing chess with Brad, even though I only managed to win like four times (and that may be padding it a bit). I miss watching him slaughter everyone in ping pong in the basement. I miss his laughter and his wisdom and his unique way of looking at the world. I miss his guidance. I miss the way he makes us all think about questions we often overlook. I miss his readings, and I miss sitting down to eat grilled cheese sandwiches with chips and salsa for lunch. I miss Debbie's hugs. I miss her delightful balance of keeping everything in order and still finding an afternoon to just play nertz or watch a movie with some popcorn. (not to mention her tolerance of my po...

I'll give you one guess where this blog post is about. If you didn't guess it, you don't know me very well. When I was 18, I moved to Germany. You can read about half the story here . Unfortunately, the first 6 months of the blog somehow got erased, which is really, terribly sad. If you don't feel like digging through all that, I have a nifty little photo book that condenses everything that I'd love to share with you! I miss Germany, a LOT. (Every time I say a lot - even though I say it correctly, I can't help but think of the Alot . Enjoy.) I miss speaking in German. I miss small village life. I miss going to the bakery every day. I miss driving my Smart car. I miss cobblestone streets and walking everywhere. I miss the gorgeous weather. I miss the quiet. I miss the history. I miss the Festaburg. I miss the people. Oh my. Unexpected side effect to this blog - I am now desperately homesick for Germany. What I wouldn't give to go back! I mis...