of all the things I have to do today, blogging is on the bottom of my list. of course, it will probably be the only one thing I finish, since the other items include: trying to translate something like fifteen pages of religion notes, most of which are probably spelled incorrectly, writing 1200-1500 words about alzheimers disease and finishing the presentation I'm supposed to give at a party this afternoon.
yesterday i went and baked a gingerbread house with the other exchange students. the bus-transport segment of this journey deserves a point of it's own. So, for some reason the bus I normally take to get to the strassenbahn station wasn't running it's full route at the time that I wanted to go. So I ended up getting into a tiny-little people carrier car. It's like... a mini-van, with a laminated plastic sheet.
The bus driver asked me where I was going. If I was going to visit my boyfriend. I said no, that I was an exchange student and was going to bake a gingerbread house. There was another guy sitting in the front seat and they argued about immigration. Apparently, the bus driver was from Kazakhstan? Anyways, they were really, really arguing-- loudly and with hand-motions and all of that good stuff.
So, after that I caught another bus and then rode the strassenbahn for a while (keep in mind that it is absolutely freezing and I have two giant baketrays which are making my wrists cramp). I wait for like half-an-hour, catch another strassenbahn which I ride for another fifteen minutes. Then I wandered around for like another thirty because the directions of the deutschbahn website said that the street i needed to walk down was right next to the halt-point. in actuality, it was a 20 minute walk or so, which involved turning down several streets. so i was pretty cold when i got to the house.
i made gingerbread on friday night and it was really big... but that was the size the templates were, so it never occured to me that we'd never get it to stay. the icing wouldn't set, and the house kept falling apart. so in the end we decided that we were going to pretend a star fell and imploded one side of the roof.
putting it together
the damage-- left to right: hong kong, katie, host sister, costa rica, canada, thailand.
the grown-ups came out nicer than ours. just a bit.
after a while, nicha and i rode the strassenbahn to the christmas market and ate some fluffy marshmallow things.
that's all for now