Has the curse been broken?

Okay, call me a glutton for punishment. I'm not sure if I have explained every little detail here, but suffice to say that when it comes to dating in Germany I seem to attract every sociopath within a 20km radius. Pathetic really. Well, I went to meet the... (fourth?)... one in a long stream of failures last night. But guess what? He's not weird! (Which is probably a miracule). We had fun, went for pizza at an italian restaurant, went to a cool coffee place then went dancing at a club. It was nice and normal. Lots of fun. (Maybe the curse is broken. Or is that too much to hope for?) Anyways, it's just nice to have someone to hang out with. (I may be speaking too soon, nothing against him. I just have lousy luck.)

In the morning both Dorothee and Alex asked me a lot of questions about my date and Patrice. It was really funny. I sometimes feel that I've got another set of parent's here watching out for me. It's nice.

Alex thinks it is horrible that when the date ended, Patrice (the guy) asked me if I thought it was a successful date. I told him that I figured it was, since both of his eyes could move. (that was the part Alex can't believe I said. But hey, it's honest.)

Weekend Update: Black Forest I hear thee

This weekend was nicely eventful, not as much as I was thinking it was going to be. On Friday I was going to go with Melanie and some other friends to stay the night at Astrisk's (I really need to learn how to actually spell her name) family's cabin. However, it turns out that the electricity to the cabin has to be turned on by starting a fire (this doesn't make sense to be either), so since it rained earlier, this didn't happen.

I went with Melly to her parent's house... side note: it's not only normal, but expected for kids to live at home until they are like 24 years old. In America this is called: Being A Dork. Anyways, Melly and I hung out, her mom made us a veggie and cheese tray with red wine, and we chilled for a bit before going out to meet up with the rest of the crew.

Silke, Eddie, Judith, Nadine (New girl), Sahra, Melly and me. We all piled into cars and headed to Archies. Now let me explain here: this is an "American" food restaurant. In this restaurant it vaguely resembled Applebee's in the decor, but add in Cigar store indians, baseballs, basketballs, and lots of cowboy and indian pictures. Yeah, I cringed. That and their menu was hilarious. There are old fashioned comic characters from the 50s and 60s with little talk bubbles full of German. The food portions I saw going by on plates were huge! I mean, Oink much?

I settled on Susse Weinschorle. Which is basically sweet bubbly wine, and an apple pie al a mode. Nummy. Later we went to Judith's to play Popstar on her PS2. Here's what's weird. In America I have spent years being told I can't sing. My brother, in fact, has told me on multiple occasions "Who sings this song?" then after the correct answer is given. "Okay, then let them sing it." Mean? Sure. But get this, in Germany, I can sing. Maybe it's the difference of the atmosphere, barameteric pressure, or the aliment of pluto and my elementary school principal's toupe, whatever. Every one of my friends here are jealous and say I'm the next Britney Spears, (threat or compliament? you decide.) So we play, laugh, and have lots of fun. Later all but Judith, Melly and I leave. We go upstairs to bunk down for the night.


The next morning Melly drives me to the train station to be picked up by Dorothee so we, the girls, Dorothee, and I, can drive to the Black Forest- Freudenstadt, to meet up with Alex. There's a festival of sorts going on there and we're going too. This was pretty fun, there was a go kart thing going on. It was fun at first watching the go karts filled with overage (middle age) kids race around the track which has been set up to circle through the town's main streets. But after five minutes I'm bored, and I pray for a wreck. Not serious injury, just something other than watching overage (middle age) kids live out their NASCAR fantasies.

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The Spoils of Victory

I've heard it said to the victor goes the spoils. Well, here is a picture of my spoils.



And guess what!
Mine are filled with chocolate!!!



Yesterday I got to sleep in, then I went into the village to walk around. I knew that somewhere in the village were a few stores, and I knew the general direction. But that's about it. So I set off. After much guessing I found a sort of small CVS, three backeries, a butcher, a gas station, a stationary store, a few gift shops and a salon. I also found out that I can navigate a village that has not one straight road. :)
After I got back I worked on a present I'm making for Paula, I will also make one later for Carola, when the present is finished it will be a princess doll that hopefully will resemble it's owner. Paula came home from kindergarten and we played outside, chalk, bubbles, and in the sand box until Carola came home, then it was bubble time! They sure do enjoy their bubbles.
I kinda struggle getting the girls, especially Paula to speak English with me. Though I know a lot of German, I'm waiting for it to snap back into place, and little kid German is harder to understand.
Last night I got to meet Alex, the dad, for the first time. He's really nice. Poor guy. He's been on a trip for work since I got here and he came home exhausted then had to turn around and go back to his apartment in the Black Forest where he works. Yikes. He came in said hello to everyone, went downstairs, then dragged himself back up the stairs to wish me welcome to Germany. :) He was really tired. We're planning a BBQ for when he comes back home this weekend. Yay!
Ooo fun quirk. Paula has to sleep with socks on. Last night we forgot to put them on her. She woke up at 4:35am and let her displeasure about her absense of socks be known. Whoops.