So here I am, sitting at Susanne and Uwe Deuke's dining room table at 10:43pm. Tomorrow morning at 4:30am, Susanne and I are getting up to head to the airport. And then my 13 month adventure will be over.
No more dinners with Verena and Steffi, no more student prayer group, no more bar nights, no more walking around Salzburg, no more visiting Christine and Ingo, no more visits to Munich & to Uwe and Susanne, no more taking the train. There will be no more Milka Mousse Schokolade, no more Fußgängerzonen, no more gelato, no more Mezzo Mix, no Tempo Taschentücher, or Til Schweiger Plakate. I will no longer hear "Anschluss in Richtung: Kommunalfriedhof. Birkensiedlung. Parsch. Hellbrunn. Sankt Leonhard. I won't be welcomed by Deutsche Bahn or Öbb to Freisslang or Rrrrrrosenheim.That's it. That's all she wrote.
But the memories I have from this year are going to stay with me for the rest of my life. During my time here I visited all of my host families several times, traveled to 8 countries on two continents, and learned how to understand Austrian dialect. I dealt with difficult classes, loneliness, and sickness. But I also had the most amazing time of my life.
And there are amazing people I have to thank for that:
Steffi Jobst: you welcomed me into the prayer group and invited me to have lunch and coffee with your group right away. You don't know how happy and welcome that made me feel. You are such a wonderful person and I look forward to staying in touch and coming to visit you very soon. And Franz: You made me feel so welcome, too :) You and Steffi make the perfect couple.
Verena: You and I got close pretty fast. You are just such a sweetheart. We have so much in common and I feel like I can share my deepest emotions with you. I will miss you dearly.
Tobi: You were my first University friend. I'm so glad I went on the trip to Vienna and met you. You were so kind and helpful. It's through you that I met Verena.
Tina & Astrid: My future BG girls: I am so glad we were able to meet this year. You girls are so much fun to be around. Thanks to both of you for hosting me for a few nights. I look forward to seeing you in Bowling Green!
Kerstin: Thank you for picking me up at the train station in Salzburg, for coming to visit me often, for allowing me to come with you to visit your family in Abu Dhabi, and for being an all-around good friend. I am so glad we met in Canada three years ago. It was definitely fate. I am sure we will keep in touch and get together again soon :)
Christine: How many times have you picked me up from airports and train stations? How many times have you and Ingo allowed me to stay at your house or partake in some family event? You are so genuine, so kind, and the life of the party. I hope that there will be many movie nights together in our future. Not to mention skype dates. I need a good "Christine laugh" once in a while.
Susanne: You won't ever read this, but I will say it anyway. Thank you for acting as a host family this year. I so appreciated being able to turn to you and your family when I needed a place to stay or a kind word. Before getting to know you better I thought you were such a "typical German." But you don't fit all of my stereotypes anymore...
Frauke: I can't thank you enough for everything that you've done for me. For taking me to Germany 2x, for letting me stay with you at Christmas ;-)
and last, but not least:
Angi: Thank you for picking me up in Tübingen, for being so kind and helping me through those first difficult days. I had a full year ahead of me and I was scared, but you let me deal with my anxiety and I did pull through. You are such a fun person to be with, and I look forward to seeing you again next summer.
Love, Molly
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
5 days...Random Thoughts
5 days until I leave...
I've learned that I can't the most important people in my life on my hand (or maybe 2). I'm okay with that. Those are the ones that know everything about me and gotten me through everything...
I can't believe I won't be in Europe anymore. It's so surreal. I look forward to seeing everyone, but also look forward to perhaps pursuing a career in Germany. It just makes the most sense. I love Germany, and I feel at home there. And in Germany I would get 6 weeks of vacation a year, allowing me to travel home to Michigan 2 times a year. If I work in America I'll be lucky if I can go to Europe once every summer for a week...
I will miss the bakeries, the ice cream, the pedestrian streets in small towns, my friends here, speaking German, traveling, coffee shops, etc...
It hasn't sunk in. And I don't think it will until I hear the flight attendant say "welcome to Detroit."
This year wasn't what I expected. But it made me stronger.
I've learned that I can't the most important people in my life on my hand (or maybe 2). I'm okay with that. Those are the ones that know everything about me and gotten me through everything...
I can't believe I won't be in Europe anymore. It's so surreal. I look forward to seeing everyone, but also look forward to perhaps pursuing a career in Germany. It just makes the most sense. I love Germany, and I feel at home there. And in Germany I would get 6 weeks of vacation a year, allowing me to travel home to Michigan 2 times a year. If I work in America I'll be lucky if I can go to Europe once every summer for a week...
I will miss the bakeries, the ice cream, the pedestrian streets in small towns, my friends here, speaking German, traveling, coffee shops, etc...
It hasn't sunk in. And I don't think it will until I hear the flight attendant say "welcome to Detroit."
This year wasn't what I expected. But it made me stronger.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Hamburg
This past weekend I went to Hamburg for 2 days. On Saturday I arrived at 1pm at Hamburg Hauptbahnhof (train station) and met Tobi, Katharina and Chris at McDonald's. The day we spent together was a fun one. It involved walking around the city, a boat ride, shopping, smoothies at a Strandbar (beach bar), dinner at hamburger joint (in Hamburg-haha, get it?), etc. In the evening we met up Martina, my host for the evening. She is a native Salzburger and is currently working in Hamburg. With her we went out for drinks. I had champagne with strawberry syrup and was drunk after the first sip. I love my low alcohol tolerance :)
The next morning Martina and I went out for brunch, which of course included latte macchiatos. I will miss those :(
I got back to Goslar last evening. Today Frauke and I took the kids to Goslar and walked around. I got a few small gifts for a few people.
<3 Molly
The next morning Martina and I went out for brunch, which of course included latte macchiatos. I will miss those :(
I got back to Goslar last evening. Today Frauke and I took the kids to Goslar and walked around. I got a few small gifts for a few people.
<3 Molly
Attitudes towards sex in Germany vs. the US
Having spent a good amount of time in both Germany and the United States, I have noticed one very big difference. And the difference has to with the attitude towards sex in both countries.
In Germany, sex as seen as a natural thing that happens, even between young people. Most German teenagers who are in relationships are allowed to sleep at each other houses (and yes, I mean together in the same bed). Even if they have their significant other just come over for the day, they are allowed to go up to the teen's room together, close the door, and be undisturbed. Sometimes they're having sex, sometimes they're not. But they have the opportunity to do so. And their parents aren't stopping them. They themselves were brought up that way and would rather have their children doing it at home than in a car somewhere. Sex is a fact of life, and other than telling their children to be safe, German parents aren't going to do much else about it.
In America, at least where I grew up, sex is seen as an act between two consenting adults. Parents don't want their teens having sex, and they aren't going to condone having it done in their home. In high school, having a significant other sleep in the same room/bed with their teen is going to be out of the question. Sex=pregnancy. Sex is dangerous and is only for adults. Most parents are just going to say not to do it, others will talk about birth control: and then proceed to tell their children not to do it.
What do I think? I think an open attitude towards sex is more healthy. I think parents and children should be able to talk about it, and I think teens should learn how to be responsible (according to recent studies, more American teens get pregnant than European teens. doesn't that tell anyone anything?) While I most likely would not let a child have their significant other sleepover until they are 18 (even that wasn't allowed in my home: but it has to do with American culture)-a senior in high school, I would let them have their significant other over, go in their room during the day, close the door, etc. You have to trust your child. It makes no sense to not allow them any freedom up until you send them off to college. It's no wonder so many college kids "go wild."
What do you think?? Please post comments on Facebook.
In Germany, sex as seen as a natural thing that happens, even between young people. Most German teenagers who are in relationships are allowed to sleep at each other houses (and yes, I mean together in the same bed). Even if they have their significant other just come over for the day, they are allowed to go up to the teen's room together, close the door, and be undisturbed. Sometimes they're having sex, sometimes they're not. But they have the opportunity to do so. And their parents aren't stopping them. They themselves were brought up that way and would rather have their children doing it at home than in a car somewhere. Sex is a fact of life, and other than telling their children to be safe, German parents aren't going to do much else about it.
In America, at least where I grew up, sex is seen as an act between two consenting adults. Parents don't want their teens having sex, and they aren't going to condone having it done in their home. In high school, having a significant other sleep in the same room/bed with their teen is going to be out of the question. Sex=pregnancy. Sex is dangerous and is only for adults. Most parents are just going to say not to do it, others will talk about birth control: and then proceed to tell their children not to do it.
What do I think? I think an open attitude towards sex is more healthy. I think parents and children should be able to talk about it, and I think teens should learn how to be responsible (according to recent studies, more American teens get pregnant than European teens. doesn't that tell anyone anything?) While I most likely would not let a child have their significant other sleepover until they are 18 (even that wasn't allowed in my home: but it has to do with American culture)-a senior in high school, I would let them have their significant other over, go in their room during the day, close the door, etc. You have to trust your child. It makes no sense to not allow them any freedom up until you send them off to college. It's no wonder so many college kids "go wild."
What do you think?? Please post comments on Facebook.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Back in Germany...
This semester ended exactly a week ago. I went to my German as a Foreign Language Course on Thursday, and then took a train to Munich. I babysat for Susanne and Uwe's kids, slept over, and headed to northern Germany the next day.
Now I'm helping Frauke a bit out with her kids, and relaxing before going back home. At this point I only have 11 days left in Europe. Very strange. I'm trying to a strike a balance between being excited about going home and enjoying my last precious days here. I don't want to wish them away.
This weekend I'm going to Hamburg for the first time. I'm sleeping at a friend's and meeting up with Chris, Katharina, and Tobi. It should be a really fun time :)
Not much time left...and I definitely don't have that much money left. Just trying to enjoy German food, nature, etc, and try not to think about the fact that I won't set foot on German soil again for awhile.
Don't get me wrong. I am excited to go home. I know that my friends and family are waiting for me. Charlotte is coming home for a few months as well, and we're already making fun plans, such as going up north and also visiting Gracie.
I'm getting so much better at dealing with change. I'm embracing it ;)
Love, Molly
Now I'm helping Frauke a bit out with her kids, and relaxing before going back home. At this point I only have 11 days left in Europe. Very strange. I'm trying to a strike a balance between being excited about going home and enjoying my last precious days here. I don't want to wish them away.
This weekend I'm going to Hamburg for the first time. I'm sleeping at a friend's and meeting up with Chris, Katharina, and Tobi. It should be a really fun time :)
Not much time left...and I definitely don't have that much money left. Just trying to enjoy German food, nature, etc, and try not to think about the fact that I won't set foot on German soil again for awhile.
Don't get me wrong. I am excited to go home. I know that my friends and family are waiting for me. Charlotte is coming home for a few months as well, and we're already making fun plans, such as going up north and also visiting Gracie.
I'm getting so much better at dealing with change. I'm embracing it ;)
Love, Molly
Living in the past
It's something I know a lot about. I would replay things I'd done wrong in my head, over and over, torturing myself. It was never enough for me just to admit I made a mistake and move on. I've had issues to deal with in my life like everyone else. But I never forgave myself for the things I did, especially the issues I had after my scary experience in Italy/Switzerland.
I forgive myself now. Everything happens for a reason. My journey has brought me here, where I am supposed to be. Perhaps I wasn't the most level-headed, mature teenager in the world, but who was? Like everyone else, I too had my demons. But I fought them off and am turning into the woman I want to be.
So I'm going to go forward knowing that I have grown and moved on.
-Molly
I forgive myself now. Everything happens for a reason. My journey has brought me here, where I am supposed to be. Perhaps I wasn't the most level-headed, mature teenager in the world, but who was? Like everyone else, I too had my demons. But I fought them off and am turning into the woman I want to be.
So I'm going to go forward knowing that I have grown and moved on.
-Molly
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Friendship
In English we have the words "friend" and "acquaintance," but I have to admit I would be more likely to use the world friend to describe someone I know. The word acquaintance sounds so old-fashioned, and somehow, impolite. In German, however, the distinction between a "Bekannte" and a "Freund" is often made.
What is the difference between the two? Until I started traveling to Germany, I didn't really think there was one. I assumed that the people I spend time with at home are my friends. I've since discovered otherwise. In Germany, a "Bekannte," or acquaintance is a person that you know. You may have worked with them, gone to school with them, they are a friend of a friend, etc. You may go out with them, enjoy their company, etc. But the defining point is: you don't go beyond the surface. You don't talk with them about your problems or concerns, your embarrassing moments, your happy ones. You don't call them when you need help, and they don't call you.
I am starting to think acquaintances can be good if you take them for what you are, but I would rather have a handful of good friends than a million acquaintances. My truest of friends is my best friend, Charlotte. She knows everything about me and I go to her when I need help.
I tend to think there are less deep friendships in America, and I don't believe it's because we are superficial. There is just this idea in America that by asking for help, you're weak. We also want to be polite and don't want to bother our friends. I think this is what leads to Americans going to therapy, so they can finally talk to someone about their lives. I'm not saying I share everything with even my best friend-because I don't. But I do share a lot...
What is the difference between the two? Until I started traveling to Germany, I didn't really think there was one. I assumed that the people I spend time with at home are my friends. I've since discovered otherwise. In Germany, a "Bekannte," or acquaintance is a person that you know. You may have worked with them, gone to school with them, they are a friend of a friend, etc. You may go out with them, enjoy their company, etc. But the defining point is: you don't go beyond the surface. You don't talk with them about your problems or concerns, your embarrassing moments, your happy ones. You don't call them when you need help, and they don't call you.
I am starting to think acquaintances can be good if you take them for what you are, but I would rather have a handful of good friends than a million acquaintances. My truest of friends is my best friend, Charlotte. She knows everything about me and I go to her when I need help.
I tend to think there are less deep friendships in America, and I don't believe it's because we are superficial. There is just this idea in America that by asking for help, you're weak. We also want to be polite and don't want to bother our friends. I think this is what leads to Americans going to therapy, so they can finally talk to someone about their lives. I'm not saying I share everything with even my best friend-because I don't. But I do share a lot...
Saturday, July 2, 2011
It's coming to an end...
This year has been everything I could've hoped for and more. I won't sugarcoat it and pretend that everything went well, because it didn't. The first 3 months in Austria were some of the most difficult I have ever experienced in my short 23-years of life. It wasn't easy meeting Austrians, especially since most of my classes were with all Americans or foreign exchange students. It wasn't easy getting used to the culture. Whoever said Germany and Austria are one in the same was lying. But I got through those first few months and then got proactive and met people through the student church group, and I'm so glad I did. I also took advantage of my time abroad and traveled around 8 different countries on 2 continents. I was able to visit so many wonderful German families that I love so very much, and enjoyed visiting friends all over Europe. This year has taught me so much, and I'll be forever grateful for it. It's an experience no one can understand unless you've lived it. I have much more sympathy for what people have to go through when they live in a foreign country. It's not all fun and games. But if you put yourself out there and try and meet people it can help the situation to an extent.
2 weeks from Monday I will be heading back home, carrying with me a knowledge of German and of myself that I simply didn't have in the beginning. Not sure where I will end up next year after finishing my degree, but I am confident what happens will be for the best. A few years ago I would've never expected that I would spend a year abroad in Austria of all places! But it worked out perfectly in the end. I had the support of good friends who were just a train ride away in Bavaria, and was able to meet some great people in Salzburg.
To those of you who helped me during my time here: I appreciate you very much. You are what made this experience a positive one for me.
Love, Molly
2 weeks from Monday I will be heading back home, carrying with me a knowledge of German and of myself that I simply didn't have in the beginning. Not sure where I will end up next year after finishing my degree, but I am confident what happens will be for the best. A few years ago I would've never expected that I would spend a year abroad in Austria of all places! But it worked out perfectly in the end. I had the support of good friends who were just a train ride away in Bavaria, and was able to meet some great people in Salzburg.
To those of you who helped me during my time here: I appreciate you very much. You are what made this experience a positive one for me.
Love, Molly
Sunday, June 26, 2011
What I've Learned...
A year ago today I was on a plane to Germany, and nervous and excited about the 13 month adventure I had ahead of me... and in 3 weeks I will be on my way back home again. I've learned so much, and most of it has nothing to do with school or German...
I've changed so much this year. I've adapted to living in a foreign country, which is not an easy task. I had to get used to the Austrian accent (they don't speak the standard German I learned in school), get used to my university classes and find a way to meet people outside of my American University program.
I learned how to confront people if they have done me wrong. I've learned how to be a mediator and try to help others that are having an argument. I've also learned to deal with my own problems. Sometimes it's useful to ask for help, but this year I have learned to deal with most issues on my own.
I used to feel guilty about things I had done or mistakes that I had made. And all of the clumsy things I do: I feel like with every family I visit, I have to break something in their house to make my mark. But I get through it: I bought one family a new set of wine glasses after breaking one of theirs, for example. If something bigger happens, I own up to it and ask the family what they want me to do. I'm really not a walking disaster, I'm just emotional and care more about disturbing anything in someone else's home than most people do. (I guess a lot of people would pretend it wasn't them)...
I've learned to stick up for myself among my peers, something that has been so difficult for me to do in the past. I've yelled at people in my program for accusing me of things I didn't do, or asked the people sleeping in the youth hostel next door to be quiet. I've learned that fighting can be productive-it's better than keeping things all bottled up inside. It's good to express what's bothering you!
I've learned how to make my own decisions. I used to feel that I should do what others wanted me to do-especially if those other people were family or good friends. Often times, when things didn't going the way I had planned, I would blame the people who pointed me in that direction for "forcing" me to make that particular decision. Now I make my own decisions and own up to my mistakes.
I've learned to accept compliments, something that has always been hard for me to do in the past. I just smile and thank the person who has complimented me, rather than putting myself down by saying, "oh I think this shirt makes me look fat, actually," or "my German is actually pretty awful, but thanks anyway. Having difficult accepting compliments also has to do with low self-esteem, and I wanted to stop putting myself down!
I'm getting better at dealing with change, BUT I STILL DONT KNOW HOW....
...to say goodbye. I hate it. People don't really understand how this affects me. Today, spending what will be my last day in a while with a German family that I am close to, I could barely eat anything. That is one of my coping mechanisms when something is going to happen that I don't like: my body shuts down and even chocolate sounds repulsive to me (those of you that know me know how much I love chocolate). Some of you may think that's a great thing to have, but believe me, it's painful. I feel sick and it takes a few weeks for my body to get on a regular eating schedule again.
I sometimes wonder if I'm doing myself any favors by always befriending foreigners, people that I only see sporadically. But I wouldn't give them up for anything in the world. They provide me with a different perspective on life than I would have if I limited myself to my own culture.
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So there you have it. I have learned so much this year and have really "improved" myself, but there is still one thing I'll never be able to deal with well: saying goodbye to the people that I love.
I've changed so much this year. I've adapted to living in a foreign country, which is not an easy task. I had to get used to the Austrian accent (they don't speak the standard German I learned in school), get used to my university classes and find a way to meet people outside of my American University program.
I learned how to confront people if they have done me wrong. I've learned how to be a mediator and try to help others that are having an argument. I've also learned to deal with my own problems. Sometimes it's useful to ask for help, but this year I have learned to deal with most issues on my own.
I used to feel guilty about things I had done or mistakes that I had made. And all of the clumsy things I do: I feel like with every family I visit, I have to break something in their house to make my mark. But I get through it: I bought one family a new set of wine glasses after breaking one of theirs, for example. If something bigger happens, I own up to it and ask the family what they want me to do. I'm really not a walking disaster, I'm just emotional and care more about disturbing anything in someone else's home than most people do. (I guess a lot of people would pretend it wasn't them)...
I've learned to stick up for myself among my peers, something that has been so difficult for me to do in the past. I've yelled at people in my program for accusing me of things I didn't do, or asked the people sleeping in the youth hostel next door to be quiet. I've learned that fighting can be productive-it's better than keeping things all bottled up inside. It's good to express what's bothering you!
I've learned how to make my own decisions. I used to feel that I should do what others wanted me to do-especially if those other people were family or good friends. Often times, when things didn't going the way I had planned, I would blame the people who pointed me in that direction for "forcing" me to make that particular decision. Now I make my own decisions and own up to my mistakes.
I've learned to accept compliments, something that has always been hard for me to do in the past. I just smile and thank the person who has complimented me, rather than putting myself down by saying, "oh I think this shirt makes me look fat, actually," or "my German is actually pretty awful, but thanks anyway. Having difficult accepting compliments also has to do with low self-esteem, and I wanted to stop putting myself down!
I'm getting better at dealing with change, BUT I STILL DONT KNOW HOW....
...to say goodbye. I hate it. People don't really understand how this affects me. Today, spending what will be my last day in a while with a German family that I am close to, I could barely eat anything. That is one of my coping mechanisms when something is going to happen that I don't like: my body shuts down and even chocolate sounds repulsive to me (those of you that know me know how much I love chocolate). Some of you may think that's a great thing to have, but believe me, it's painful. I feel sick and it takes a few weeks for my body to get on a regular eating schedule again.
I sometimes wonder if I'm doing myself any favors by always befriending foreigners, people that I only see sporadically. But I wouldn't give them up for anything in the world. They provide me with a different perspective on life than I would have if I limited myself to my own culture.
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So there you have it. I have learned so much this year and have really "improved" myself, but there is still one thing I'll never be able to deal with well: saying goodbye to the people that I love.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Exams, Stress, Visits, Strange People, Arnold S.
A week from tomorrow I will be leaving this place. So hard to believe that I have been abroad for a year, and in Salzburg for a total of 9 months.
This past weekend was both stressful and fun. On Saturday I had to take the B2 Österreichisches Stadtdiplom. The exam was around 6 hours and had 4 different sections: Reading comprehension, listening, writing, and an oral portion. It was overwhelming but not terribly difficult.
On Sunday I went to church at St. Sebastion for the first time with my friend, Tobi. The service was very long and I had to kneel on this board only covered in felt. That was painful. The service was very different from Catholic mass in America. It was conducted mostly in Latin, and when you went up to receive the host, you had to kneel down and open your mouth.
In the afternoon I went to Steffi's place for Mexican. Her roommate, Conni, and Steffi's boyfriend, Franz, were also there. It was a good time :) After that Astrid, my future roommate, picked me up. We went to something akin to the Oktoberfest, rode a few rides, and then went up to a chapel on a hill that had a beautiful view of Salzburg. Later we went to her house for a drink and talked with her parents. Then she and I went out for ice cream before taking me home.
On Monday morning I had an exam at 8:45am. So there I was, standing in front of the bus stop at 8:15am, half asleep, and this Austrian woman comes up and starts talking to me. She said she found it sad that no one talks to anyone else anymore, and I didn't know what to say, nor did I care about what she was talking about. I just said I agreed and that in America we talk to each other more. Not really true, but hey, it was 8:15 am. I wasn't awake yet. She goes on to say, really, your American? 50 times, and then goes on to say she has no job, and that life is hard. Then she mentioned that she lived in Freilassing with her husband, and that she hated Freilassing and her husband, and that life was hard (30x). I was happy when the bus arrived and I could just wish her well and get on my merry old way. Some people are just so strange....
On Monday I finally met up with Tina for coffee and Verena for lunch. On Tuesday Angi Lemke came to visit for the day. It was so great, finally being able to show her around Salzburg. We drank coffee at my church, went up to Kapuzinerberg, and then had coffee and cake on Steinterasse. After that we went to Nonnberg Abby, where Maria Von Trapp was a nun, and where they filmed part of the Sound of Music. While we were there a nun appeared. It was just so cool and surreal. She was locking the doors for the night and led us out. We went from there to the center of the city and sat along the Salzach before taking a walk to Mirabell Garten. Later we ate sandwiches in front of a lovely (UGLY) piece of art before walking back to the train station. It was a really nice day and I am so glad that she came to visit.
Today I found out that Arnold Schwarzenegger was in Salzburg yesterday and today. So weird.
Today I went to coffee hour and talked with a few acquaintances before going to teach the two little Wagner girls English for the last time. I hate goodbyes, and this one was just as difficult as all of the rest. Before I left the girls presented me with Ferrero Rocher chocolate, a paper flower and a nice, homemade card with pictures of them. We took a farewell picture before saying our final goodbyes. I will miss them ;)
This past weekend was both stressful and fun. On Saturday I had to take the B2 Österreichisches Stadtdiplom. The exam was around 6 hours and had 4 different sections: Reading comprehension, listening, writing, and an oral portion. It was overwhelming but not terribly difficult.
On Sunday I went to church at St. Sebastion for the first time with my friend, Tobi. The service was very long and I had to kneel on this board only covered in felt. That was painful. The service was very different from Catholic mass in America. It was conducted mostly in Latin, and when you went up to receive the host, you had to kneel down and open your mouth.
In the afternoon I went to Steffi's place for Mexican. Her roommate, Conni, and Steffi's boyfriend, Franz, were also there. It was a good time :) After that Astrid, my future roommate, picked me up. We went to something akin to the Oktoberfest, rode a few rides, and then went up to a chapel on a hill that had a beautiful view of Salzburg. Later we went to her house for a drink and talked with her parents. Then she and I went out for ice cream before taking me home.
On Monday morning I had an exam at 8:45am. So there I was, standing in front of the bus stop at 8:15am, half asleep, and this Austrian woman comes up and starts talking to me. She said she found it sad that no one talks to anyone else anymore, and I didn't know what to say, nor did I care about what she was talking about. I just said I agreed and that in America we talk to each other more. Not really true, but hey, it was 8:15 am. I wasn't awake yet. She goes on to say, really, your American? 50 times, and then goes on to say she has no job, and that life is hard. Then she mentioned that she lived in Freilassing with her husband, and that she hated Freilassing and her husband, and that life was hard (30x). I was happy when the bus arrived and I could just wish her well and get on my merry old way. Some people are just so strange....
On Monday I finally met up with Tina for coffee and Verena for lunch. On Tuesday Angi Lemke came to visit for the day. It was so great, finally being able to show her around Salzburg. We drank coffee at my church, went up to Kapuzinerberg, and then had coffee and cake on Steinterasse. After that we went to Nonnberg Abby, where Maria Von Trapp was a nun, and where they filmed part of the Sound of Music. While we were there a nun appeared. It was just so cool and surreal. She was locking the doors for the night and led us out. We went from there to the center of the city and sat along the Salzach before taking a walk to Mirabell Garten. Later we ate sandwiches in front of a lovely (UGLY) piece of art before walking back to the train station. It was a really nice day and I am so glad that she came to visit.
Today I found out that Arnold Schwarzenegger was in Salzburg yesterday and today. So weird.
Today I went to coffee hour and talked with a few acquaintances before going to teach the two little Wagner girls English for the last time. I hate goodbyes, and this one was just as difficult as all of the rest. Before I left the girls presented me with Ferrero Rocher chocolate, a paper flower and a nice, homemade card with pictures of them. We took a farewell picture before saying our final goodbyes. I will miss them ;)
Friday, June 17, 2011
Just a few more months and I'll be fine...
Last night was the last ladies' night at the cineplexx before I leave. Steffi, Verena, and a few friends from my German as a foreign language class and I attended. It costs 6 Euro for the movie ticket, chocolate, and a glass of champagne. Now that's my kind of girl's night! The movie was pretty good. It's called Fremd Fischen in German, not sure what it's called in English (it's an American film dubbed into German), and I really enjoyed spending time with Steffi and Verena. I love those girls and I'll really miss them when I leave.
On the way back home Steffi, Verena, and I talked about how weird it was that I was going to be leaving. "Why do you have to be so nice?" Steffi asked playfully in German. "I know I'm going to ask someone if you're coming too the next time we go out." I really thought that was sweet. I'm so glad I joined KHG and met so many nice people, including Steffi and Verena.
Last night I slept at Verena's. The plan was to get up early and have breakfast together this morning, but we both ended up getting up at 8:45 and not having time for it. It's just as well-I'm not really awake that early in the morning anyway.
After a make-up lit class today our class took a "field trip" to the Festspielhäuser, where we got a grand tour of the different theaters and learned the basics of the history behind this theater festival. The coolest thing for me, however, was seeing the room where the singing contest took place in the Sound of Music. Now every time I watch that movie I can say, "I've been there!'
Less than 2 more weeks left, and oh so much to do.
TTYL!
Love, Molly
On the way back home Steffi, Verena, and I talked about how weird it was that I was going to be leaving. "Why do you have to be so nice?" Steffi asked playfully in German. "I know I'm going to ask someone if you're coming too the next time we go out." I really thought that was sweet. I'm so glad I joined KHG and met so many nice people, including Steffi and Verena.
Last night I slept at Verena's. The plan was to get up early and have breakfast together this morning, but we both ended up getting up at 8:45 and not having time for it. It's just as well-I'm not really awake that early in the morning anyway.
After a make-up lit class today our class took a "field trip" to the Festspielhäuser, where we got a grand tour of the different theaters and learned the basics of the history behind this theater festival. The coolest thing for me, however, was seeing the room where the singing contest took place in the Sound of Music. Now every time I watch that movie I can say, "I've been there!'
Less than 2 more weeks left, and oh so much to do.
TTYL!
Love, Molly
Thursday, June 16, 2011
another holiday weekend
On Saturday I went to Munich with Brittany, Chuck, and Megan, 3 people from my program. They went Tracht shopping (Lederhose, Dirndl) while I went site-seeing, gift shopping for one of my host families, and finally, out to coffee with Angi! She is living in Munich at the moment. I hadn't seen her since I studied abroad in Tübingen in August. It was great seeing here again and hearing about her semester abroad in Scotland.
on Sunday I worked on a paper for my lit. class and then took the train to Kuchl, a small town nearby. My friend Kerstin lives there so I went to visit her. We ate dinner at her place and then went out for drinks at a biker fest. I tried this trick someone taught me with my corona to get the lime all the way down to the bottom of the bottle, and ended up spraying beer all over myself and some guy behind me. Not exactly my finest hour. LOL. After that she and I went to one of the dorms and played foosball with some of her guy friends. It was really fun :-)
On Monday she and I went for a walk and then she brought me back to the station. On Sunday evening I didn't do much of anything, so by the time Tuesday rolled around (long weekend due to yet another Catholic holiday), I was ready to do something. It was scheduled to rain, but I decided to go to Chiemsee, Germany, anyway. The weather ended up being gorgeous! It took about an hour by train to get to Prien a Chiemsee. Then I took a little local train to the dock, and then took a ferry to one of the little islands: Herrenchiemsee.There I took about a 20 minute walk to a beautiful palace that is located on the island. It is supposed to be a replica of Versailles. Although I have been to Paris 2 times, I have never seen Versailles, so I was happy with the replica :)
Yesterday school started back up again. I had class, then went out for coffee at the Arge with Steffi, my Austrian buddy, and then babysat in the evening. Today I had class, work, appointment regarding my master's exams, and now I am off to the last ladies night at the cineplexx.
TTYL! Love, Molly
on Sunday I worked on a paper for my lit. class and then took the train to Kuchl, a small town nearby. My friend Kerstin lives there so I went to visit her. We ate dinner at her place and then went out for drinks at a biker fest. I tried this trick someone taught me with my corona to get the lime all the way down to the bottom of the bottle, and ended up spraying beer all over myself and some guy behind me. Not exactly my finest hour. LOL. After that she and I went to one of the dorms and played foosball with some of her guy friends. It was really fun :-)
On Monday she and I went for a walk and then she brought me back to the station. On Sunday evening I didn't do much of anything, so by the time Tuesday rolled around (long weekend due to yet another Catholic holiday), I was ready to do something. It was scheduled to rain, but I decided to go to Chiemsee, Germany, anyway. The weather ended up being gorgeous! It took about an hour by train to get to Prien a Chiemsee. Then I took a little local train to the dock, and then took a ferry to one of the little islands: Herrenchiemsee.There I took about a 20 minute walk to a beautiful palace that is located on the island. It is supposed to be a replica of Versailles. Although I have been to Paris 2 times, I have never seen Versailles, so I was happy with the replica :)
Yesterday school started back up again. I had class, then went out for coffee at the Arge with Steffi, my Austrian buddy, and then babysat in the evening. Today I had class, work, appointment regarding my master's exams, and now I am off to the last ladies night at the cineplexx.
TTYL! Love, Molly
Friday, June 10, 2011
Time is Running Out :(
I arrived back from Berlin at about 1am early Monday morning. I slept until the afternoon and went to my favorite class, transcultural communication. In the evening I had literature history, and that night I decided not to do much. I was pretty exhausted from the long trip.
On Tuesday I had lit. again, and then I went out to lunch with an Austrian friend of mine, Verena. We ate at Universum, as usual. I will miss it there. It's a restaurant with a student friendly priced lunch.
On Wednesday I had German class, then met with my Austrian buddy Steffi for coffee. She loves America as much as I love Germany, so it's fun to talk to her about travel and culture. After that I taught the two little girls English that I meet with every week.
On Thursday I had class and then I went to Verena's apartment and watched the end of Germany's Next Top Model with her. I'd never seen it before. I had to laugh-Heidi Klum is a bit over the top....
Today I had to work. I am really enjoying my internship with the Büro für Internationale Beziehungen (Study Abroad Office). I enjoy reading the applications from students. I love reading about their motivation for study abroad and where they want to go. It makes me think of my own future travel plans. In the afternoon I decided to take a walk. It had occurred to me that I had never walked any further than the grocery store on my street. So I took an hour and walked as far as I wanted to. Originally the goal was to get to this beautiful hill full of greenery and beautiful, Austrian style houses on it. It reminds me of Heidi and grandfather's mountain. Well, after walking for about 45 minutes I was disappointed to discover that the hill was still far far away. Too bad :(
Before I leave I would still like to:
-go to the Salzburg Zoo
-walk around Salzburg and take pictures
-go to Innsbruck
-go to Chiemsee
-swim in a lake near Salzburg
Only 3 more weeks here :(
Love, Molly
On Tuesday I had lit. again, and then I went out to lunch with an Austrian friend of mine, Verena. We ate at Universum, as usual. I will miss it there. It's a restaurant with a student friendly priced lunch.
On Wednesday I had German class, then met with my Austrian buddy Steffi for coffee. She loves America as much as I love Germany, so it's fun to talk to her about travel and culture. After that I taught the two little girls English that I meet with every week.
On Thursday I had class and then I went to Verena's apartment and watched the end of Germany's Next Top Model with her. I'd never seen it before. I had to laugh-Heidi Klum is a bit over the top....
Today I had to work. I am really enjoying my internship with the Büro für Internationale Beziehungen (Study Abroad Office). I enjoy reading the applications from students. I love reading about their motivation for study abroad and where they want to go. It makes me think of my own future travel plans. In the afternoon I decided to take a walk. It had occurred to me that I had never walked any further than the grocery store on my street. So I took an hour and walked as far as I wanted to. Originally the goal was to get to this beautiful hill full of greenery and beautiful, Austrian style houses on it. It reminds me of Heidi and grandfather's mountain. Well, after walking for about 45 minutes I was disappointed to discover that the hill was still far far away. Too bad :(
Before I leave I would still like to:
-go to the Salzburg Zoo
-walk around Salzburg and take pictures
-go to Innsbruck
-go to Chiemsee
-swim in a lake near Salzburg
Only 3 more weeks here :(
Love, Molly
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Öko Test
So while I, along with my fellow Bowling Green State University study abroaders took a 3 hour boat tour in Berlin, I observed the Germans around me. Across from me, a German woman was telling all of the people at her table that they just had to try her new sunblock. It got a 1 (best grade you can get) on the eco-test, which is proudly displayed on the label of the product. I wanted to laugh so hard. That is so typically German. What American would care that a product got a 1 on an Eco-friendly test? I will be the first one to admit that I wouldn't give a flying ****.
Germans never seize to make me laugh :)
**Molly**
Germans never seize to make me laugh :)
**Molly**
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Berlin
While I have enjoyed my stint in Berlin and have had the opportunity to visit 2 good friends of mine while being here, I don't feel as if I could ever live in this city. I feel as if the people as well as the environment is so incredibly alternative, and here I am, something akind to Allie Lowell of Kate and Allie. The naive one. The one who studied art history and married the first man she ever dated. Ok, so my situation is not as extreme, but still.
So picture me, this 23 year old who has traveled but still has some of those conservative values her good ol parents taught her, walking into a building covered in grafitti, where alternative artists of all ages sell their stuff. Each floor brings something new; everything from earrings and bracelets to pictures of people on the toilet to bondage scenes. The artists are in the corner, either working on their craft or smoking pot, hoping perhaps that you will buy their product. I looked around, perplexed, taking everything in, and then walked out. It somehow reminded me of Ann Arbor, where the peace, love, recycling, and living in filth (as in co-ops where there are bugs in the food) seem to be the norm. Guess there are people like that everywhere.
In stark contrast to that, I saw many other things; Checkpoint Charlie, the DDR Museum, the Kennedy Museum, an Anne Frank exhibit, and many beautiful buildings and other monuments.
My time here has been well spent. I will, however, be coming back to Salzburg exhausted, hopefully ready to tackle my last month here. On June 30 I will be done and off to Goslar, Germany. And you know what? I AM SO READY!
Love, Molly
So picture me, this 23 year old who has traveled but still has some of those conservative values her good ol parents taught her, walking into a building covered in grafitti, where alternative artists of all ages sell their stuff. Each floor brings something new; everything from earrings and bracelets to pictures of people on the toilet to bondage scenes. The artists are in the corner, either working on their craft or smoking pot, hoping perhaps that you will buy their product. I looked around, perplexed, taking everything in, and then walked out. It somehow reminded me of Ann Arbor, where the peace, love, recycling, and living in filth (as in co-ops where there are bugs in the food) seem to be the norm. Guess there are people like that everywhere.
In stark contrast to that, I saw many other things; Checkpoint Charlie, the DDR Museum, the Kennedy Museum, an Anne Frank exhibit, and many beautiful buildings and other monuments.
My time here has been well spent. I will, however, be coming back to Salzburg exhausted, hopefully ready to tackle my last month here. On June 30 I will be done and off to Goslar, Germany. And you know what? I AM SO READY!
Love, Molly
Change
Everybody is changing. My friends and I just graduated, and I am living in Salzburg, while some of my friends are living in Cali, at home working, or God knows what. I hate change and it is all so scary. I wish I knew exactly where my life was going. I'd be afraid to stay here, and at the same time I'm afraid to go home. I don't feel like I know where my home is anymore.
I just wish things could stay the same, the way they were when I was in college, and that everyone I love could always be near me. I wish I wish I wish. I know life has to go on, but somehow I am so scared sometimes that I don't even want it to.
I just wish things could stay the same, the way they were when I was in college, and that everyone I love could always be near me. I wish I wish I wish. I know life has to go on, but somehow I am so scared sometimes that I don't even want it to.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Life in Salzburg
I have enjoyed my life in Salzburg so much. With only four weeks to go, there is much I'll miss.
I am trying to enjoy everything as much as possible. This week I had the usual: school and work, but I did manage to do some fun things, too. On Monday I had lunch at Cappomio, the wonderful restaurant behind my Studentenwohnheim (dorm) with my Austrian friend, Tina. The weather was gorgeous so we were able to eat outside. I will so miss the outdoor cafes here. Everytime the weather is nice all of the residents of Salzburg sit outsides at cafes, drinking an Aperhol spritzer. Sometimes I wonder if any of them work...
That evening I had dinner with Steffi and Verena, two friends of mine that I met through the prayer group I was apart of. We all leave so near each other that we try to eat together when we have time. With our busy schedules that isn't easy...
On Tuesday I had class and then work, and in the evening I went out to O'Malleys, the local bar, with some of the Americans from my program. I didn't buy a drink, but I did enjoy the company. Yesterday I had class and then taught English to 2 little Austrian girls, and today I had to work until 1. Now I'm off to go swimming at an indoor pool with people from my program.
Now, towards the end of all of this, I am wishing I had written more about my everyday life in Austria. Sometimes I take being here for granted, but I really love it! And I want to remember my time here :)
I am trying to enjoy everything as much as possible. This week I had the usual: school and work, but I did manage to do some fun things, too. On Monday I had lunch at Cappomio, the wonderful restaurant behind my Studentenwohnheim (dorm) with my Austrian friend, Tina. The weather was gorgeous so we were able to eat outside. I will so miss the outdoor cafes here. Everytime the weather is nice all of the residents of Salzburg sit outsides at cafes, drinking an Aperhol spritzer. Sometimes I wonder if any of them work...
That evening I had dinner with Steffi and Verena, two friends of mine that I met through the prayer group I was apart of. We all leave so near each other that we try to eat together when we have time. With our busy schedules that isn't easy...
On Tuesday I had class and then work, and in the evening I went out to O'Malleys, the local bar, with some of the Americans from my program. I didn't buy a drink, but I did enjoy the company. Yesterday I had class and then taught English to 2 little Austrian girls, and today I had to work until 1. Now I'm off to go swimming at an indoor pool with people from my program.
Now, towards the end of all of this, I am wishing I had written more about my everyday life in Austria. Sometimes I take being here for granted, but I really love it! And I want to remember my time here :)
Getting Used
I always try and help people if I can, and have often helped exchange students or expats adjust to life in Michigan. I am so thankful for all of the people that helped me this year. I also discovered something else: some people only care about you when you can do something for them. When you need help and you ask them, they don't respond. Or they don't care enough to keep in touch, until they need something from you. I'm not going to stop helping people. It's who I am. But I guess I just have to realize that there are people out there that are going to try and use me. They're not worth it. They are not worth the effort.
So thanks to those of you that have helped me during this year abroad. I appreciate you more than you know.
So thanks to those of you that have helped me during this year abroad. I appreciate you more than you know.
Monday, May 23, 2011
ON A WEEKEND IN V’RONA(ON AN EVENING IN ROMA=the real name of the song, but hey, I wasn’t in Roma, was I?)
For the past 6 months I’ve been dying to go to Verona. Unfortunately the idea normally comes to me right after returning from another trip, at which point I am usually broke. I have done more than my fair share of traveling this year, so I knew if I wanted to go to Verona, I would have to save up, and travel on the cheap. I looked for youth hostels-which they unfortunately don’t have in Verona, and then basically decided I just couldn’t afford it.
But it doesn’t end there. I recently wrote to an Italian friend of mine on Facebook. We met at 18 when she studied abroad at my high school. We became good friends and I really missed her when she left. She and I have written to each other now and then over the past 5 years, and, being in Europe and all, I thought it was a good time to say hi. I let her know that she could come and visit me whenever, and that if she had time for me I’d like to visit her.
She wrote, back, saying that I could come visit her in Verona, where she goes to college. A real coincidence! It ended up that the weekend I wanted to go and see her in May (20-22) was perfect for her, and after dealing with the financial logistics I booked a train ticket. I was so excited to experience an Italian city for the first time!
Elisa was the perfect hostess-she planned a dinner for me on Friday evening so that I could meet her friends. Together, we enjoyed pizza, wine, and dessert on a hill overlooking the beautiful city of Verona. For breakfast on Saturday morning she had the fridge stocked with Oreos :) and after such a healthy breakfast, we were ready to climb up to a castle and enjoy the view of the city. In the afternoon, after having enjoyed pasta at home, she showed me around the city.
First Stop: Juliet’s House, where every tourist in the world was trying to get a hand on Juliet’s breasts-it is said that if you rub the right breast of the statue it will bring you good luck. After fighting Italians and tourists alike to get my picture taken with the statue, I went into Juliet’s house, took a picture on the balcony that was added in the mid 1930s for tourist purposes, and then followed a sign that caught my eye: Letters to Juliet.
I had never expected that the club that was talked about in the film was actually real! When I arrived at the top of the steps I went into the small room that contained letters written by dozens of generations of women all over the world. These women write to Juliet like children write to Santa Claus, except they are asking for advice on love and relationships, rather than for children's toys. I wrote my own letter to dear Juliet and put it in the mailbox. According to their website, they answer every letter, and according to my hostess Elisa, even students are hired to help answer the letters that are written in many different languages from all over the world.
After walking around the city a bit we found a place that sold frozen coke! So, for the second time since I moved abroad (the first having been at a movie theater in Abu Dhabi), I enjoyed a frozen coke. We saw more of the city, including another castle, and walked along a river, and by that point we were utterly exhausted. We headed to an outdoor cafe to enjoy cocktails and appetizers, and then headed home and crashed at about 9pm like little old ladies. This morning she brought me back to the station, and now I am sitting on the train, watching Punky Brewster and drinking a cold Latte Macchiato.
I had a wonderful 2 days with an old friend. I hope she enjoyed showing me around just as I enjoyed showing her around Michigan 5 years ago.
Ciao Bella ☺
Molly
But it doesn’t end there. I recently wrote to an Italian friend of mine on Facebook. We met at 18 when she studied abroad at my high school. We became good friends and I really missed her when she left. She and I have written to each other now and then over the past 5 years, and, being in Europe and all, I thought it was a good time to say hi. I let her know that she could come and visit me whenever, and that if she had time for me I’d like to visit her.
She wrote, back, saying that I could come visit her in Verona, where she goes to college. A real coincidence! It ended up that the weekend I wanted to go and see her in May (20-22) was perfect for her, and after dealing with the financial logistics I booked a train ticket. I was so excited to experience an Italian city for the first time!
Elisa was the perfect hostess-she planned a dinner for me on Friday evening so that I could meet her friends. Together, we enjoyed pizza, wine, and dessert on a hill overlooking the beautiful city of Verona. For breakfast on Saturday morning she had the fridge stocked with Oreos :) and after such a healthy breakfast, we were ready to climb up to a castle and enjoy the view of the city. In the afternoon, after having enjoyed pasta at home, she showed me around the city.
First Stop: Juliet’s House, where every tourist in the world was trying to get a hand on Juliet’s breasts-it is said that if you rub the right breast of the statue it will bring you good luck. After fighting Italians and tourists alike to get my picture taken with the statue, I went into Juliet’s house, took a picture on the balcony that was added in the mid 1930s for tourist purposes, and then followed a sign that caught my eye: Letters to Juliet.
I had never expected that the club that was talked about in the film was actually real! When I arrived at the top of the steps I went into the small room that contained letters written by dozens of generations of women all over the world. These women write to Juliet like children write to Santa Claus, except they are asking for advice on love and relationships, rather than for children's toys. I wrote my own letter to dear Juliet and put it in the mailbox. According to their website, they answer every letter, and according to my hostess Elisa, even students are hired to help answer the letters that are written in many different languages from all over the world.
After walking around the city a bit we found a place that sold frozen coke! So, for the second time since I moved abroad (the first having been at a movie theater in Abu Dhabi), I enjoyed a frozen coke. We saw more of the city, including another castle, and walked along a river, and by that point we were utterly exhausted. We headed to an outdoor cafe to enjoy cocktails and appetizers, and then headed home and crashed at about 9pm like little old ladies. This morning she brought me back to the station, and now I am sitting on the train, watching Punky Brewster and drinking a cold Latte Macchiato.
I had a wonderful 2 days with an old friend. I hope she enjoyed showing me around just as I enjoyed showing her around Michigan 5 years ago.
Ciao Bella ☺
Molly
Monday, May 16, 2011
Being Away
Being away has had me thinking about a lot of things, one being my high school experience. Now that it is far behind me, I have a different way of looking at it. Did I really hate it? Was it that bad? I had friends, boyfriends, was in the musical, went to dances, had a job... I think I was just a teenager, and growing up is difficult. And being a sensitive person like me, it made it more difficult. But between the ages of 14-18 you really are trying to figure out who you are, who you want to become, etc. So I'm beginning to think it really was all for the best. Maybe my high school years weren't exactly "carefree," but whose really were?
Everything happens for a reason :-)
Everything happens for a reason :-)
German Visitors
First off, I'd like to thank all of those that haven't forgotten me just because I've been gone for a year. I really found out who my true friends are: they are the ones that wrote to me while I was gone, or sent me emails, or responded to messages. There are also those that didn't so much as write one sentence to me on facebook. But that's okay-I have enough wonderful people in my life :)
Now back to my German Visitors:
2 of my German friends came to visit: Marianne and Tobi. I was so happy that they had taken the time to come and see me, and I couldn't wait to show them around Salzburg. On Saturday morning I met Tobi and his friend, Bjorn, at about 10am. First we went to Getreidegasse, and then to the Dom. A walk up to the Festung (Fortress) quickly followed. After that we took a carriage ride through the Altstadt (old town), which made me think of Sound of Music, since they ride through Salzburg on a carriage in one of the scenes in the film. Then it was up to Kapuzinerberg for another beautiful view of the city, and we ended our tour by walking through Mirabell Gardens.
We met up with Marianne later, and in the evening we all went out for cocktails on this little boat turned bar that is out on the river. I had literaly the most delicious cocktail ever, and then we called it a night.
Yesterday was an even longer day. It rained nearly the entire day, which made it a perfect museum day. And we were in luck: yesterday was Tag der Museen (day of the museums), and we definitely took advantage of it: we went to 4 of them. After that we went on a hike up Kapuzinerberg. My legs were killing me by the end, but it was worth it to get a beautiful view of the snow-capped mountains. In the evening we went out for cake, and today at 9am, we said our goodbyes.
It was a great weekend. Thanks for the visit guys!
Love, Molly
Now back to my German Visitors:
2 of my German friends came to visit: Marianne and Tobi. I was so happy that they had taken the time to come and see me, and I couldn't wait to show them around Salzburg. On Saturday morning I met Tobi and his friend, Bjorn, at about 10am. First we went to Getreidegasse, and then to the Dom. A walk up to the Festung (Fortress) quickly followed. After that we took a carriage ride through the Altstadt (old town), which made me think of Sound of Music, since they ride through Salzburg on a carriage in one of the scenes in the film. Then it was up to Kapuzinerberg for another beautiful view of the city, and we ended our tour by walking through Mirabell Gardens.
We met up with Marianne later, and in the evening we all went out for cocktails on this little boat turned bar that is out on the river. I had literaly the most delicious cocktail ever, and then we called it a night.
Yesterday was an even longer day. It rained nearly the entire day, which made it a perfect museum day. And we were in luck: yesterday was Tag der Museen (day of the museums), and we definitely took advantage of it: we went to 4 of them. After that we went on a hike up Kapuzinerberg. My legs were killing me by the end, but it was worth it to get a beautiful view of the snow-capped mountains. In the evening we went out for cake, and today at 9am, we said our goodbyes.
It was a great weekend. Thanks for the visit guys!
Love, Molly
Thursday, May 12, 2011
What has she been up to?
Well I left on talking about that Tuesday. After having dinner in Munich with Uwe and Susanne, I headed off to Paris with my church group here. To be honest, the ride there completely sucked. I tried sleeping in the Liegewagen, but it didn't work well. You share a room the size of a box with 5 other people, and sleep on something like a board. Losing sleep sort of ruined Paris for me a little bit, but I was able to enjoy touring the Sorbonne, going on a boat tour of the city, eating ice cream in front of the Eiffel Tower, and going to a prayer hour at Sacre Couer (Sacred Heat), where I got to listen to nuns sing in French.
Last week school started up again. I had to take a few exams, made dinner with a few Austrian friends, nothing major.
This past weekend I went to Augsburg for the night to visit Christine & Family. Christine and I went to see an Italian film which was actually not half bad and on Saturday we went to botanical gardens nearby with the kids, and then grilled out in the evening. On Sunday I spent mother's day with the Austrian Family I babysit for. We went to their relatives' house and grilled out.
This week I've been taking it easy. I've gotten stressed out doing too much, just trying to not plan my whole day down to the minute like I usually do.
<3 Molly
Last week school started up again. I had to take a few exams, made dinner with a few Austrian friends, nothing major.
This past weekend I went to Augsburg for the night to visit Christine & Family. Christine and I went to see an Italian film which was actually not half bad and on Saturday we went to botanical gardens nearby with the kids, and then grilled out in the evening. On Sunday I spent mother's day with the Austrian Family I babysit for. We went to their relatives' house and grilled out.
This week I've been taking it easy. I've gotten stressed out doing too much, just trying to not plan my whole day down to the minute like I usually do.
<3 Molly
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Thanks, Mom: A Mother's Day Tribute
Last year at the end of March I received an e-mail that changed my life: Congratulations, you have been accepted to the German Master's Program at Bowling Green, with an assistantship.The first year will be abroad in Salzburg, Austria.
It's what I had always wanted. I had seen posters advertising the program through Bowling Green several years before and had always thought of applying. But as soon as I was accepted, I got excited and nervous at the same time. A whole year away? I wasn't sure if I could handle it.
While making the decision my mother supported me without telling me what to do. She told me what I keep with me every time something here doesn't go the way I planned: you have waited your whole life and worked so hard to do this, and you're going to have the time of your life. She's right. Who better to study abroad in a German speaking country than me? After considering it it for about a month, I accepted.
The hard part came in June right before I left (I spent 3 months in Germany before going straight to Salzburg). I got nervous, panicked, and remember sitting somewhere crying, telling my mom I couldn't do it. She told me that I could, that I made the decision and that it was right for me. She said it was now or never.
I remember the day I left being particularly difficult. I looked at my parent's house and wanted to cry. I felt like I was leaving childhood behind, and that I would come back a different person. As I hugged my mom on the stairs, I felt like I was saying goodbye forever.
First, I headed to Northern Germany. Things went well- I was babysitting for a family that I knew. The trouble came when I was on my own in Germany, spending August studying abroad in Tübingen. The change was difficult, but mom was right there with me, on the phone, telling me I could do it. And she was right: I had the best 4 weeks of my entire life. I was with students from all over the world that shared my love of German, I got to spend a month living in exploring beautiful Tübingen, and met new friends that I still keep in contact with.
After that things got easier. I switched from host family to host family for a few months without incident, and I headed to Salzburg with an open mind.
I have had the most wonderful year of my life, and, with it coming to a close, i have mix emotions: some days I am so excited that I will be going home that I want to jump on a plane right then and there-other times I am so sad that I'm going to leave I almost burst into tears. But no matter what mood I'm in, I always thank god for this experience, and that my mother helped me to realize that I could do this. I am strong enough, and I did it, and I couldn't be more proud of myself.
Mom, I love you so much. I don't know what I'd do without you. You are my best friend and no matter how far away I am from you, I hope we will always be close.
Yours, Molly
It's what I had always wanted. I had seen posters advertising the program through Bowling Green several years before and had always thought of applying. But as soon as I was accepted, I got excited and nervous at the same time. A whole year away? I wasn't sure if I could handle it.
While making the decision my mother supported me without telling me what to do. She told me what I keep with me every time something here doesn't go the way I planned: you have waited your whole life and worked so hard to do this, and you're going to have the time of your life. She's right. Who better to study abroad in a German speaking country than me? After considering it it for about a month, I accepted.
The hard part came in June right before I left (I spent 3 months in Germany before going straight to Salzburg). I got nervous, panicked, and remember sitting somewhere crying, telling my mom I couldn't do it. She told me that I could, that I made the decision and that it was right for me. She said it was now or never.
I remember the day I left being particularly difficult. I looked at my parent's house and wanted to cry. I felt like I was leaving childhood behind, and that I would come back a different person. As I hugged my mom on the stairs, I felt like I was saying goodbye forever.
First, I headed to Northern Germany. Things went well- I was babysitting for a family that I knew. The trouble came when I was on my own in Germany, spending August studying abroad in Tübingen. The change was difficult, but mom was right there with me, on the phone, telling me I could do it. And she was right: I had the best 4 weeks of my entire life. I was with students from all over the world that shared my love of German, I got to spend a month living in exploring beautiful Tübingen, and met new friends that I still keep in contact with.
After that things got easier. I switched from host family to host family for a few months without incident, and I headed to Salzburg with an open mind.
I have had the most wonderful year of my life, and, with it coming to a close, i have mix emotions: some days I am so excited that I will be going home that I want to jump on a plane right then and there-other times I am so sad that I'm going to leave I almost burst into tears. But no matter what mood I'm in, I always thank god for this experience, and that my mother helped me to realize that I could do this. I am strong enough, and I did it, and I couldn't be more proud of myself.
Mom, I love you so much. I don't know what I'd do without you. You are my best friend and no matter how far away I am from you, I hope we will always be close.
Yours, Molly
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Salzburg, I love you!
I cannot believe my time here is flying by so fast. I hate it :(
I spent first semester just getting used to it here. I spent a lot more time in my room than I would have liked, until I met friends here in December and finally started to feel at home.
Now I'm traveling so much at the end of my year here and have little time to sit and enjoy Salzburg. Luckily I did spent 5 days of my spring break just relaxing in Salzburg, so I did do some touristy things, and next weekend friends are coming to visit, so I hope to do more touristy things then too.
However, what I wish I would've done more of is just relax and enjoy every day life in Salzburg. Sit at the park, lay on the grass near the water, eat a sandwich on Kapuzinerberg.
But I think even if I did have more time, it wouldn't be enough. I love it here.
-Molly
I spent first semester just getting used to it here. I spent a lot more time in my room than I would have liked, until I met friends here in December and finally started to feel at home.
Now I'm traveling so much at the end of my year here and have little time to sit and enjoy Salzburg. Luckily I did spent 5 days of my spring break just relaxing in Salzburg, so I did do some touristy things, and next weekend friends are coming to visit, so I hope to do more touristy things then too.
However, what I wish I would've done more of is just relax and enjoy every day life in Salzburg. Sit at the park, lay on the grass near the water, eat a sandwich on Kapuzinerberg.
But I think even if I did have more time, it wouldn't be enough. I love it here.
-Molly
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Spring Break....
Guten Abend :)
My spring got off to a very good start, having spent the first 4 days in Prague (see my previous blog entry). After that I chose to go back to Salzburg, mostly because my bank account had so little money it it. From Monday to Saturday I was in Salzburg, just enjoying relaxing. On Tuesday the weather was gorgeous so I met some people from my program at Hellbrunn palace and we had a picnic on the lawn. That evening I cooked dinner with friends and ate on my roof, in awe of the beautiful view of Salzburg. On Wednesday I had to deal with going to the doctor's in Austria: I waited 2 or 3 hours to see the doctor for 5 minutes. Wonderful. On Thursday I spent the day with Melanie, an awesome girl in my program who just arrived this semester. We walked around the city, drank cookie-shakes while sitting at Mirabell Gardens, and then went to a wine bar for drinks. On Friday I went to the top of the Mönchsberg and took pictures of the city, and then sat by the river with Melanie. In the evening we went to the bar, had a few drinks, talks to some guys...just had fun :)
On Saturday, the day before Easter, I headed to Anke's mother's house. On Easter she and I went next store to her son's house for brunch, which was really nice. In Germany brunch means that you meet at about 10am and have a late breakfast together, followed by lunch a few hours later. I was really confused-in America brunch means you eat a big meal at about 11am and it is supposed to last you pretty much the rest of the day, or at least until dinner.
On Tuesday I went to Munich. I ended up spending the day at Susanne and Uwe's. I drank tea, studied for an exam, and had dinner with the family. After that I headed to the train station to meet my church group to head to Paris. We went on the night train, where we slept on little cots (6 people to a room, VERY small). It was very uncomfortable so I wasn't able to sleep for more than a few minutes. When we arrived the next morning after a 3 hour delay, I was exhausted. I did, however, manage to participate in the site-seeing tours as planned. We went to the Sorbonne and also just walked around the city. The next day I felt worse from not getting sleep and decided to stay behind. I didn't do all that much except try and relax. On Friday it was rainy, but a few of us went on a boat tour of the city together. After we went to a cafe and watched part of the Royal Wedding! In the afternoon we went to the Eiffel Tower and took a few pictures there, then went on top of a tall building nearby to take pictures of the city-it was all foggy and I was able to get some nice pictures of the Eiffel Tower. In the evening we went to a prayer service at Sacre Couer-or Sacred Heart in English. The nuns were singing beautifully in French-very cool. On Saturday I took the train back to Munich, had dinner with Susanne and Uwe, and the next morning went on a bike ride with Uwe and the kids through the English Gardens.
All in all, a very nice break, despite not sleeping on the train :)
Alles Liebe, Molly
My spring got off to a very good start, having spent the first 4 days in Prague (see my previous blog entry). After that I chose to go back to Salzburg, mostly because my bank account had so little money it it. From Monday to Saturday I was in Salzburg, just enjoying relaxing. On Tuesday the weather was gorgeous so I met some people from my program at Hellbrunn palace and we had a picnic on the lawn. That evening I cooked dinner with friends and ate on my roof, in awe of the beautiful view of Salzburg. On Wednesday I had to deal with going to the doctor's in Austria: I waited 2 or 3 hours to see the doctor for 5 minutes. Wonderful. On Thursday I spent the day with Melanie, an awesome girl in my program who just arrived this semester. We walked around the city, drank cookie-shakes while sitting at Mirabell Gardens, and then went to a wine bar for drinks. On Friday I went to the top of the Mönchsberg and took pictures of the city, and then sat by the river with Melanie. In the evening we went to the bar, had a few drinks, talks to some guys...just had fun :)
On Saturday, the day before Easter, I headed to Anke's mother's house. On Easter she and I went next store to her son's house for brunch, which was really nice. In Germany brunch means that you meet at about 10am and have a late breakfast together, followed by lunch a few hours later. I was really confused-in America brunch means you eat a big meal at about 11am and it is supposed to last you pretty much the rest of the day, or at least until dinner.
On Tuesday I went to Munich. I ended up spending the day at Susanne and Uwe's. I drank tea, studied for an exam, and had dinner with the family. After that I headed to the train station to meet my church group to head to Paris. We went on the night train, where we slept on little cots (6 people to a room, VERY small). It was very uncomfortable so I wasn't able to sleep for more than a few minutes. When we arrived the next morning after a 3 hour delay, I was exhausted. I did, however, manage to participate in the site-seeing tours as planned. We went to the Sorbonne and also just walked around the city. The next day I felt worse from not getting sleep and decided to stay behind. I didn't do all that much except try and relax. On Friday it was rainy, but a few of us went on a boat tour of the city together. After we went to a cafe and watched part of the Royal Wedding! In the afternoon we went to the Eiffel Tower and took a few pictures there, then went on top of a tall building nearby to take pictures of the city-it was all foggy and I was able to get some nice pictures of the Eiffel Tower. In the evening we went to a prayer service at Sacre Couer-or Sacred Heart in English. The nuns were singing beautifully in French-very cool. On Saturday I took the train back to Munich, had dinner with Susanne and Uwe, and the next morning went on a bike ride with Uwe and the kids through the English Gardens.
All in all, a very nice break, despite not sleeping on the train :)
Alles Liebe, Molly
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Rambling
10 months... I've snow-shoed through the alps, ridden on a motorcycle in a rural town in Germany, gone biking through the English Gardens in Munich, ridden a camel in Abu Dhabi, been to the largest mall in the world in Dubai, eaten Quiche in France, seen the changing of the guards in London, eaten sweet bread in Prague, gone on the Sound of Music tour in Salzburg, drunk a cafe latte at Cafe Central in Vienna, and so much more.
I've spent my days in Salzburg at the university, or babysitting, working, or at the coffee hour at my church, and my nights at the movies, bars, and friends' dorm rooms. I've drunk hot chocolate at the bar at 2am because my stomach couldn't take more alcohol after like one drink, or eaten a hot dog at 4am on Linzer Gasse because it just hit the spot. I've gone to the mall to get smoothies, to the old town to go shopping, or to Cappomio to relax and drink a cold coffee. I've gone to ladies night at the movies with friends, or to McDonald's for chocolate cookie shakes. I've gone to the no smoking section at OMalley's with a pack of cigarettes in my purse, to prayer group with mismatched socks.
I'm having the time of my life, and I never want it to end.
I've spent my days in Salzburg at the university, or babysitting, working, or at the coffee hour at my church, and my nights at the movies, bars, and friends' dorm rooms. I've drunk hot chocolate at the bar at 2am because my stomach couldn't take more alcohol after like one drink, or eaten a hot dog at 4am on Linzer Gasse because it just hit the spot. I've gone to the mall to get smoothies, to the old town to go shopping, or to Cappomio to relax and drink a cold coffee. I've gone to ladies night at the movies with friends, or to McDonald's for chocolate cookie shakes. I've gone to the no smoking section at OMalley's with a pack of cigarettes in my purse, to prayer group with mismatched socks.
I'm having the time of my life, and I never want it to end.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Study Abroad
Last night around 11, an Austrian friend of mine, Verena called. She was in town and wanted to stop by. I had assumed she was home for break and I welcomed the company. We talked for a while about a lot of things, one of them being studying abroad, going to a completely different country, not knowing anyone, and being alone.
I consider myself very lucky, having known Kerstin, a friend that studies nearby, and a few German families in Bavaria. However, that doesn't mean I didn't spend my fair share of time alone first semester, before I met my Austrian friends. It was difficult, but it is something everyone has to learn. You have to learn how to make yourself happy.
I've really grown as a person this year. I can be on my own, make my own decisions, and be happy just being me.
This year has been amazing in more ways then one---and hey, it's not over yet! 3 more months :) And I will enjoy them to the fullest.
-Molly
I consider myself very lucky, having known Kerstin, a friend that studies nearby, and a few German families in Bavaria. However, that doesn't mean I didn't spend my fair share of time alone first semester, before I met my Austrian friends. It was difficult, but it is something everyone has to learn. You have to learn how to make yourself happy.
I've really grown as a person this year. I can be on my own, make my own decisions, and be happy just being me.
This year has been amazing in more ways then one---and hey, it's not over yet! 3 more months :) And I will enjoy them to the fullest.
-Molly
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Prague, Czech Republic
On Friday I made the long journey from Salzburg, Austria, to Prague, Czech Republic. It was an 8 hour trip that involved a bus, 3 trains, another bus, until I finally arrived at the train station in Prague. While waiting for my friends, all traveling from different places to get here, I sat at a cafe that looked like it came out of 1920s or 30s America. Flapper music playing, old tables and chairs, and a waitress that fit the bill, except that she liked to talk on her cell phone and ignore customers.
I felt like I stepped into an old painting. I ordered an iced chocolate and was asked to pay as soon as the drink was brought to me. Thanks to travel expert Rick Steves, I knew to watch out for people trying to give you back less changed then you were sup. to get. Sure enough, the woman short-changed me. I called her on it, she gave me more back and walked off in a huff. Damn saavy tourists-haha.
My friends arrived and we all headed to our youth hostel. For Americans that have never been to one, I suppose I should describe it like this: the accommodations are like at summer camp: 8 people to a room, bunk beds, and shared bathrooms. This particular hostel is just fine, and I actually have found the experience to be quite enjoyable. There is a common room here where you can watch movies or just hang out, and I enjoyed talking with a group of Canadians studying abroad in England. It's really a great way to meet like-minded students and save money.
Prague itself is beautiful-I'm not necessarily a big fan of gothic architecture, but somehow in Prague it just feels right. The churches are absolutely gorgeous- and I'm not just saying that. Having been in Europe for 10 months, I have been in more churches than I can count. And honestly, all of them start to look the same after a while. We walked around the city, looked at the castle here from the outside, and today, we did a walking tour. It was very interesting and I enjoyed learning more about the city. I went off on my own this afternoon and visited the communist museum, which was really interesting for me since I am interested in the Berlin Wall and all that jazz.
I am enjoying this, but I am exhausted. Traveling is exhausting. But I love it. I love visiting countries for the first time. It's really magical. The different sites and sounds. The people. I will be dead-ass broke when I get home, but I don't give a damn. I am young, unattached, and enjoying life. Where to next? Paris next week, and hopefully Budapest sometime in the near future. But for now I think I'm going to take a nap :-)
Love, Molly
I felt like I stepped into an old painting. I ordered an iced chocolate and was asked to pay as soon as the drink was brought to me. Thanks to travel expert Rick Steves, I knew to watch out for people trying to give you back less changed then you were sup. to get. Sure enough, the woman short-changed me. I called her on it, she gave me more back and walked off in a huff. Damn saavy tourists-haha.
My friends arrived and we all headed to our youth hostel. For Americans that have never been to one, I suppose I should describe it like this: the accommodations are like at summer camp: 8 people to a room, bunk beds, and shared bathrooms. This particular hostel is just fine, and I actually have found the experience to be quite enjoyable. There is a common room here where you can watch movies or just hang out, and I enjoyed talking with a group of Canadians studying abroad in England. It's really a great way to meet like-minded students and save money.
Prague itself is beautiful-I'm not necessarily a big fan of gothic architecture, but somehow in Prague it just feels right. The churches are absolutely gorgeous- and I'm not just saying that. Having been in Europe for 10 months, I have been in more churches than I can count. And honestly, all of them start to look the same after a while. We walked around the city, looked at the castle here from the outside, and today, we did a walking tour. It was very interesting and I enjoyed learning more about the city. I went off on my own this afternoon and visited the communist museum, which was really interesting for me since I am interested in the Berlin Wall and all that jazz.
I am enjoying this, but I am exhausted. Traveling is exhausting. But I love it. I love visiting countries for the first time. It's really magical. The different sites and sounds. The people. I will be dead-ass broke when I get home, but I don't give a damn. I am young, unattached, and enjoying life. Where to next? Paris next week, and hopefully Budapest sometime in the near future. But for now I think I'm going to take a nap :-)
Love, Molly
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Rowlands go Germany Part 2
On Saturday we went on two tours: a 2 1/2 hour walking tour of Munich and a 4 1/2 tour of Dachau (a former concentration camp in the nearby city of Dachau). I was happy to show my parents the city and was sure tours would be the best option, but by the end, we were exhausted. We went straight from our second tour to the Deuke's, my German host family who graciously invited us to dinner. I was happy to introduce my real family to my makeshift German one. We had a delicious dinner, prepared by Susanne, that included asperagas salad, schnitzel with a delicious sauce, and ice cream and coffee for dessert. My father hit it off with Uwe--all he had to do was mention beer. Susanne gave my mother a tour of the house, and my mother admired the traditional style of the home. I got stuck playing badminton outside with the kids (kidding, I loved playing with them), and Meghan there too-haha.
On Sunday we got up at 9, and my mother acted like she was wondering for letting me "sleep in"-haha. We met with Christine and Ingo and their kids in the afternoon at the Hofbräuhaus. As is to be expected, the service was awful. German service is bad to begin with, but their lack of friendliness is even more apparent at such a touristy local. Despite our awful waiter, who managed to drop glasses 2x and make us wait what felt like hours for our waters, we still managed to have a pleasant afternoon in the hot sun. After lunch they helped us get our luggage to the train station, where we began our journey to Salzburg.
That evening we ate at Cappomio, the restaurant behind my Studentenwohnheim. I go there often-the waiter knows my order before I even open my mouth-and I was excited to share it with my family. On Monday it rained, so, in between classes, I took my family to the mall. I don't think they were very impressed-the stores are different and my shopaholic mother and sister weren't really interested in paying a lot of money (the exchange rate is awful: 1.44!)for clothes they have never heard of.
On Saturday we went on two tours: a 2 1/2 hour walking tour of Munich and a 4 1/2 tour of Dachau (a former concentration camp in the nearby city of Dachau). I was happy to show my parents the city and was sure tours would be the best option, but by the end, we were exhausted. We went straight from our second tour to the Deuke's, my German host family who graciously invited us to dinner. I was happy to introduce my real family to my makeshift German one. We had a delicious dinner, prepared by Susanne, that included asperagas salad, schnitzel with a delicious sauce, and ice cream and coffee for dessert. My father hit it off with Uwe--all he had to do was mention beer. Susanne gave my mother a tour of the house, and my mother admired the traditional style of the home. I got stuck playing badminton outside with the kids (kidding, I loved playing with them), and Meghan there too-haha.
On Sunday we got up at 9, and my mother acted like she was wondering for letting me "sleep in"-haha. We met with Christine and Ingo and their kids in the afternoon at the Hofbräuhaus. As is to be expected, the service was awful. German service is bad to begin with, but their lack of friendliness is even more apparent at such a touristy local. Despite our awful waiter, who managed to drop glasses 2x and make us wait what felt like hours for our waters, we still managed to have a pleasant afternoon in the hot sun. After lunch they helped us get our luggage to the train station, where we began our journey to Salzburg.
That evening we ate at Cappomio, the restaurant behind my Studentenwohnheim. I go there often-the waiter knows my order before I even open my mouth-and I was excited to share it with my family. On Monday it rained, so, in between classes, I took my family to the mall. I don't think they were very impressed-the stores are different and my shopaholic mother and sister weren't really interested in paying a lot of money (the exchange rate is awful: 1.44!)for clothes they have never heard of.
On Tuesday my friend Tina kindly volunteered to drive us to Vienna, where we toured Schönbrunn palace, former home of Queen Sissi. In the afternoon we walked around the city and subsequently enjoyed apple strudel and cafe lattes at a local cafe.
On Wednesday I had class all day, so my parents and sister went shopping and we met up at 4pm. We met up with the family whose children I babysit for. Together we went to Steinterasse, a restaurant on the roof of a hotel on my street. The weather was beautiful and we enjoyed the view of the city.
On Thursday I had class in the morning, and in the afternoon my family and I went on the Sound of Music Tour. It's a fun tour that takes you to the locations where the movie was filmed, but also gives you information about Salzburg in general. It's also a great way for tourists to see the beautiful Austrian countryside. That evening we ate at the Stiegel brewery in Salzburg. All of us enjoyed the food-even my picky little sister, Meghan ;) Dad drank a few more German beers, and that was that.
On Friday we headed back to Munich so that my family could take the plane back on Saturday. It didn't go as smoothly as we expected. Our train wasn't able to take us directly to Munich as planned. We had to change trains a couple of times, and our second train was delayed, so we sat around at the train station eating McDonald's (I've never felt so American in my life). We met a Hungarian guy who was about 18, and he and Meghan started joking around. We made it to Munich much later than expected, but still went downtown to Munich and ate dinner. We spent the night at the Novotel near the airport, and the next morning I brought my family to the airport. We had to get up at 5:30, and I actually did!!!!
After saying goodbye to them I didn't feel like going back to Salzburg, so I went to visit Susanne and Uwe, my honorary parents for the year. I spent the day with their kids-we went on a bike ride together and then played games. I enjoyed it a lot-I love those kids to death. Later in the afternoon we all sat outside and ate cake and drank latte macchiatos. Yummy :) For dinner we grilled out. I drank 1 glass of wine and was totally drunk-my German got better and I started speaking faster-that always happens. At dinner I had 3 more glasses of wine and was in a great mood. The next morning I headed back to Salzburg, where I spent the day at Cappomio cafe. Brittany and Chuck, two kids from my Salzburg program, came to visit me at the cafe. Was a nice day.
That's all for now,
Molly
On Sunday we got up at 9, and my mother acted like she was wondering for letting me "sleep in"-haha. We met with Christine and Ingo and their kids in the afternoon at the Hofbräuhaus. As is to be expected, the service was awful. German service is bad to begin with, but their lack of friendliness is even more apparent at such a touristy local. Despite our awful waiter, who managed to drop glasses 2x and make us wait what felt like hours for our waters, we still managed to have a pleasant afternoon in the hot sun. After lunch they helped us get our luggage to the train station, where we began our journey to Salzburg.
That evening we ate at Cappomio, the restaurant behind my Studentenwohnheim. I go there often-the waiter knows my order before I even open my mouth-and I was excited to share it with my family. On Monday it rained, so, in between classes, I took my family to the mall. I don't think they were very impressed-the stores are different and my shopaholic mother and sister weren't really interested in paying a lot of money (the exchange rate is awful: 1.44!)for clothes they have never heard of.
On Saturday we went on two tours: a 2 1/2 hour walking tour of Munich and a 4 1/2 tour of Dachau (a former concentration camp in the nearby city of Dachau). I was happy to show my parents the city and was sure tours would be the best option, but by the end, we were exhausted. We went straight from our second tour to the Deuke's, my German host family who graciously invited us to dinner. I was happy to introduce my real family to my makeshift German one. We had a delicious dinner, prepared by Susanne, that included asperagas salad, schnitzel with a delicious sauce, and ice cream and coffee for dessert. My father hit it off with Uwe--all he had to do was mention beer. Susanne gave my mother a tour of the house, and my mother admired the traditional style of the home. I got stuck playing badminton outside with the kids (kidding, I loved playing with them), and Meghan there too-haha.
On Sunday we got up at 9, and my mother acted like she was wondering for letting me "sleep in"-haha. We met with Christine and Ingo and their kids in the afternoon at the Hofbräuhaus. As is to be expected, the service was awful. German service is bad to begin with, but their lack of friendliness is even more apparent at such a touristy local. Despite our awful waiter, who managed to drop glasses 2x and make us wait what felt like hours for our waters, we still managed to have a pleasant afternoon in the hot sun. After lunch they helped us get our luggage to the train station, where we began our journey to Salzburg.
That evening we ate at Cappomio, the restaurant behind my Studentenwohnheim. I go there often-the waiter knows my order before I even open my mouth-and I was excited to share it with my family. On Monday it rained, so, in between classes, I took my family to the mall. I don't think they were very impressed-the stores are different and my shopaholic mother and sister weren't really interested in paying a lot of money (the exchange rate is awful: 1.44!)for clothes they have never heard of.
On Tuesday my friend Tina kindly volunteered to drive us to Vienna, where we toured Schönbrunn palace, former home of Queen Sissi. In the afternoon we walked around the city and subsequently enjoyed apple strudel and cafe lattes at a local cafe.
On Wednesday I had class all day, so my parents and sister went shopping and we met up at 4pm. We met up with the family whose children I babysit for. Together we went to Steinterasse, a restaurant on the roof of a hotel on my street. The weather was beautiful and we enjoyed the view of the city.
On Thursday I had class in the morning, and in the afternoon my family and I went on the Sound of Music Tour. It's a fun tour that takes you to the locations where the movie was filmed, but also gives you information about Salzburg in general. It's also a great way for tourists to see the beautiful Austrian countryside. That evening we ate at the Stiegel brewery in Salzburg. All of us enjoyed the food-even my picky little sister, Meghan ;) Dad drank a few more German beers, and that was that.
On Friday we headed back to Munich so that my family could take the plane back on Saturday. It didn't go as smoothly as we expected. Our train wasn't able to take us directly to Munich as planned. We had to change trains a couple of times, and our second train was delayed, so we sat around at the train station eating McDonald's (I've never felt so American in my life). We met a Hungarian guy who was about 18, and he and Meghan started joking around. We made it to Munich much later than expected, but still went downtown to Munich and ate dinner. We spent the night at the Novotel near the airport, and the next morning I brought my family to the airport. We had to get up at 5:30, and I actually did!!!!
After saying goodbye to them I didn't feel like going back to Salzburg, so I went to visit Susanne and Uwe, my honorary parents for the year. I spent the day with their kids-we went on a bike ride together and then played games. I enjoyed it a lot-I love those kids to death. Later in the afternoon we all sat outside and ate cake and drank latte macchiatos. Yummy :) For dinner we grilled out. I drank 1 glass of wine and was totally drunk-my German got better and I started speaking faster-that always happens. At dinner I had 3 more glasses of wine and was in a great mood. The next morning I headed back to Salzburg, where I spent the day at Cappomio cafe. Brittany and Chuck, two kids from my Salzburg program, came to visit me at the cafe. Was a nice day.
That's all for now,
Molly
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Hello, Goodbye
The thing about living far away from home is that you somehow trick yourself into believing that you really are fine without the people you love. When it comes down to just a few days before their upcoming visit, you realize how much you have really missed them.
This was the case for me about a week and a half ago as I waited in anticipation for 2 families that I love very much to arrive: The Hagenlochs, and my own family. On Wednesday, March 31st, I took a 5 hour train ride from Salzburg, Austria, to Nürtingen, Germany. Karin, Anke's sister, picked me up and I slept over. Or perhaps I should't refer to it as a sleepover-there was little sleep involved. Maybe 2 hours total: 15 mins here, 15 mins there. And then I woke up, and it was the day I had been waiting for: to go with them and surprise the Hagenlochs at the airport.
And surprise them I did. I hid around the corner in a little bakery, waiting eagerly for them to come and find me. 4 year old Ana came out first. Karin directed her around the corner and she ran up to hug me. I wasn't sure she'd remember me-it had been 9 months and she hadn't expected my appearance at the airport. You're Molly! she said. I needn't have worried. I hugged the other and we all went back to Schlaitdorf together. I spent all of about 6 hours with them, but it was nice all the same.
That evening I took the train to Munich and arrived at the Deuke's at about midnight. I slept very little and awoke at about 5:30am. I was so excited to head to Munich airport and pick up my parents, whom I hadn't seen in 9 months. For once in my life, I arrived early to something: I got to the airport with an hour to spare and eventually found the correct arrival gate. I sat down and tried to read my Growing Pains book, but was unable to do so as I kept looking up at the arrival screen. I jumped up as soon as I saw that their plane had landed and eagerly waited in front of the arrival gate. I saw my mother first--she waived with enthusiasm and I smile and waived back. My whole family followed. Eventually they came through the gate and I was finally able to greet them after not having seen them for so long.
I really had missed them, and it was clear that my mother had missed me, having teared up as she hugged me. We have a special bond that can never be broken. After the formalities we found our way to the S-bahn and took it to our hotel. From the S-bahn there was a long walk with our luggage, but we made it to the hotel. My family was exhausted and we ended up taking it easy. We ate at a cute restaurant nearby and then I walked around while my family took a nap. In the evening mom and I went out to get food--she chose some turkish food for her and dad to try-while eating it Meghan woke up and came in, thinking it was the next day and that they were eating that for breakfast. That made for a good laugh. We explained to her that it was still the same day-just a very long, long, day.
To be continued.
Love, Molly
This was the case for me about a week and a half ago as I waited in anticipation for 2 families that I love very much to arrive: The Hagenlochs, and my own family. On Wednesday, March 31st, I took a 5 hour train ride from Salzburg, Austria, to Nürtingen, Germany. Karin, Anke's sister, picked me up and I slept over. Or perhaps I should't refer to it as a sleepover-there was little sleep involved. Maybe 2 hours total: 15 mins here, 15 mins there. And then I woke up, and it was the day I had been waiting for: to go with them and surprise the Hagenlochs at the airport.
And surprise them I did. I hid around the corner in a little bakery, waiting eagerly for them to come and find me. 4 year old Ana came out first. Karin directed her around the corner and she ran up to hug me. I wasn't sure she'd remember me-it had been 9 months and she hadn't expected my appearance at the airport. You're Molly! she said. I needn't have worried. I hugged the other and we all went back to Schlaitdorf together. I spent all of about 6 hours with them, but it was nice all the same.
That evening I took the train to Munich and arrived at the Deuke's at about midnight. I slept very little and awoke at about 5:30am. I was so excited to head to Munich airport and pick up my parents, whom I hadn't seen in 9 months. For once in my life, I arrived early to something: I got to the airport with an hour to spare and eventually found the correct arrival gate. I sat down and tried to read my Growing Pains book, but was unable to do so as I kept looking up at the arrival screen. I jumped up as soon as I saw that their plane had landed and eagerly waited in front of the arrival gate. I saw my mother first--she waived with enthusiasm and I smile and waived back. My whole family followed. Eventually they came through the gate and I was finally able to greet them after not having seen them for so long.
I really had missed them, and it was clear that my mother had missed me, having teared up as she hugged me. We have a special bond that can never be broken. After the formalities we found our way to the S-bahn and took it to our hotel. From the S-bahn there was a long walk with our luggage, but we made it to the hotel. My family was exhausted and we ended up taking it easy. We ate at a cute restaurant nearby and then I walked around while my family took a nap. In the evening mom and I went out to get food--she chose some turkish food for her and dad to try-while eating it Meghan woke up and came in, thinking it was the next day and that they were eating that for breakfast. That made for a good laugh. We explained to her that it was still the same day-just a very long, long, day.
To be continued.
Love, Molly
Sunday, March 27, 2011
March
It's been a fairly good month, despite a week of sickness, and the fact that I've had a dry cough for the past couple of days.
The beginning of March marked the beginning of the summer semester here in Salzburg, and I dove right into my classes and my life here again. I spent a bit of time being sick, and my first weekend back in Salzburg wasn't exactly what I had planned, but still nice. I enjoyed a nice girls only dinner with Steffi and Verena, two of my Austrian friends, at Cappomio, a German Conversation Group with others from my program at the top of Hotel Stein on a beautiful day, and a nice day outside with Brittany, eating pizza on the grass overlooking the Salzach river.
The following weekend I was feeling better, and enjoyed every minute of my free time. On that Friday I went shopping with my new "Austrian Buddy" Steffi and my future roommate, Tina. We then went back to Steffi's place and cooked and enjoyed talking about cultural differences between Austria and America. On Saturday I went for brunch at a friend's, then went swimming in the afternoon. In the evening friends from my church group and I went to our friend Tobi's for a nice dinner, and then we watched Sister Act on the projector. In German. That was weird...Whoopi Goldberg sounded like a white woman! On Sunday I slept in late and cleaned my room.
This weekend was a good one as well. On Thursday my two future roommates, Astrid and Tina and I went to Ladies Night at the Cineplexx where we watched Schmuckstück, a French film dubbed into German, featuring Gerard Depardeau, who has clearly gained at least 100 pounds since his last film appearance. I loved the film because the main character, a woman in her 50s or 60s, was tired of being a trophy wife. She finally got tired of it and decided to become the woman she wanted to be.
On Friday Kerstin slept over. We celebrated her birthday by cooking together, going out for cocktails (Verena joined us), and then went to O Malley's irish pub, where I drank a hot chocolate (after 4 glasses of wine and a cocktail there was no way I could handle any else). On Saturday I went to visit Tina, my future roomate, in Wels. She took me to Linz and showed me around, which is a really cute city in Austria. On Sunday she took me over to her father's and her stepmom's. Her stepmom made apple strudel especially for me, and I enjoyed watch their daughter, age 3, run around pretending she was a horse. Her father's and stepmother's friends came over and the man couldn't believe I was American. He was like what about your parents? You can't originally be from the US. Your German is so good!
That's all for now!
Love, Molly
The beginning of March marked the beginning of the summer semester here in Salzburg, and I dove right into my classes and my life here again. I spent a bit of time being sick, and my first weekend back in Salzburg wasn't exactly what I had planned, but still nice. I enjoyed a nice girls only dinner with Steffi and Verena, two of my Austrian friends, at Cappomio, a German Conversation Group with others from my program at the top of Hotel Stein on a beautiful day, and a nice day outside with Brittany, eating pizza on the grass overlooking the Salzach river.
The following weekend I was feeling better, and enjoyed every minute of my free time. On that Friday I went shopping with my new "Austrian Buddy" Steffi and my future roommate, Tina. We then went back to Steffi's place and cooked and enjoyed talking about cultural differences between Austria and America. On Saturday I went for brunch at a friend's, then went swimming in the afternoon. In the evening friends from my church group and I went to our friend Tobi's for a nice dinner, and then we watched Sister Act on the projector. In German. That was weird...Whoopi Goldberg sounded like a white woman! On Sunday I slept in late and cleaned my room.
This weekend was a good one as well. On Thursday my two future roommates, Astrid and Tina and I went to Ladies Night at the Cineplexx where we watched Schmuckstück, a French film dubbed into German, featuring Gerard Depardeau, who has clearly gained at least 100 pounds since his last film appearance. I loved the film because the main character, a woman in her 50s or 60s, was tired of being a trophy wife. She finally got tired of it and decided to become the woman she wanted to be.
On Friday Kerstin slept over. We celebrated her birthday by cooking together, going out for cocktails (Verena joined us), and then went to O Malley's irish pub, where I drank a hot chocolate (after 4 glasses of wine and a cocktail there was no way I could handle any else). On Saturday I went to visit Tina, my future roomate, in Wels. She took me to Linz and showed me around, which is a really cute city in Austria. On Sunday she took me over to her father's and her stepmom's. Her stepmom made apple strudel especially for me, and I enjoyed watch their daughter, age 3, run around pretending she was a horse. Her father's and stepmother's friends came over and the man couldn't believe I was American. He was like what about your parents? You can't originally be from the US. Your German is so good!
That's all for now!
Love, Molly
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Why am I here?
Moving anywhere requires a period of adjustment. Even for me, the person who tends to be more outgoing... My first semester here was spent going to the bar with some of the American students, traveling to Germany to visit my host parents, going on a few trips to Vienna, traveling to England, and, being lonely. If it hadn't been for my German friend Kerstin, who lives nearby and came to visit when she could, it would've been really hard.
I was angry. I wanted to know why I was speaking English most of the time. I could've just stayed home and done that! This year is costing me a lot of money. What is the point?
After having been here for about 6 weeks I decided I needed to be more proactive. I found out that there was a trip for exchange students, but after after e-mailing to inquire, I heard it was full. They suggested I go on a trip sponsored by the Catholic group at the University. So, not knowing anyone, I did! Through that trip I met Tobi, a German guy that has become a good friend of mine. We met up after the trip for drinks and then went to the theater with his friend Verena, who I also get along with very well.
In January, after 3 months of being here, I finally began to meet Austrians. I joined a student prayer group, and got along with the people right away. I would be hesitant to join such a group in the States, as people who identify themselves as religious tend to be a little on the extreme side (no drinking, no sex before marriage, a little less open to people that are different than them, etc). I feel really at home in this group. I showed up at the first meeting, not knowing anyone but Verena, the girl I had met through Tobi. They welcomed me and invited me to eat lunch with them a few days later.
Since then, it has really been a much more enjoyable experience. I am speaking German most of the time, and I have people to go places or just hang out with. Some people have been nice enough to take me home with them on weekends, which has allowed me to see how "typical" Austrian families live.
There is a reason why study abroad directors tell students to spend a whole year abroad, and it's not just because they want the university to get more money from you. It's because it take a while to get used to a place, to meet new people. If you are here for 4 short months as opposed to 8 or 9 you have much less of a chance of meeting natives and getting the "real" experience.
He sent me here for a reason! :)
I was angry. I wanted to know why I was speaking English most of the time. I could've just stayed home and done that! This year is costing me a lot of money. What is the point?
After having been here for about 6 weeks I decided I needed to be more proactive. I found out that there was a trip for exchange students, but after after e-mailing to inquire, I heard it was full. They suggested I go on a trip sponsored by the Catholic group at the University. So, not knowing anyone, I did! Through that trip I met Tobi, a German guy that has become a good friend of mine. We met up after the trip for drinks and then went to the theater with his friend Verena, who I also get along with very well.
In January, after 3 months of being here, I finally began to meet Austrians. I joined a student prayer group, and got along with the people right away. I would be hesitant to join such a group in the States, as people who identify themselves as religious tend to be a little on the extreme side (no drinking, no sex before marriage, a little less open to people that are different than them, etc). I feel really at home in this group. I showed up at the first meeting, not knowing anyone but Verena, the girl I had met through Tobi. They welcomed me and invited me to eat lunch with them a few days later.
Since then, it has really been a much more enjoyable experience. I am speaking German most of the time, and I have people to go places or just hang out with. Some people have been nice enough to take me home with them on weekends, which has allowed me to see how "typical" Austrian families live.
There is a reason why study abroad directors tell students to spend a whole year abroad, and it's not just because they want the university to get more money from you. It's because it take a while to get used to a place, to meet new people. If you are here for 4 short months as opposed to 8 or 9 you have much less of a chance of meeting natives and getting the "real" experience.
He sent me here for a reason! :)
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Home....
What will I do when I get home?
-Drive my car!
-Buy a frozen coke
-Make ice cubes and finally drink everything cold!
-Buy an iced coffee from McDonald's
-Eat greek salad at Coney Island
-Finally bake something in a real oven!
-Go to the movies-in English!
-Go to Canada with good friends
-Visit my grandparents
-Bug my family
-Go shopping-clothes are so cheap back home!
-Eat out whenever I want-so cheap!
-Olga's shakes!
-Make iced tea (no sugar!)
-Actually recognize the products sold in supermarkets!
-Go to Great Lakes Crossing!
-Pay just 5 dollars to go to the movies!
-Road trips!
-Up North with the fam!
-Drive my car!
-Buy a frozen coke
-Make ice cubes and finally drink everything cold!
-Buy an iced coffee from McDonald's
-Eat greek salad at Coney Island
-Finally bake something in a real oven!
-Go to the movies-in English!
-Go to Canada with good friends
-Visit my grandparents
-Bug my family
-Go shopping-clothes are so cheap back home!
-Eat out whenever I want-so cheap!
-Olga's shakes!
-Make iced tea (no sugar!)
-Actually recognize the products sold in supermarkets!
-Go to Great Lakes Crossing!
-Pay just 5 dollars to go to the movies!
-Road trips!
-Up North with the fam!
Friday, March 11, 2011
Friendship
The other day, I was speaking to a German woman cultural differences. I mentioned that, in America, most people keep personal things to themselves, and don't always share them we friends. I explained to her that we most often try to deal with our difficulties ourselves, or perhaps share them with a family member. I told her that when I have issues, I may go to my best friend(s), but I try my best not to bother them. I try to act happy and don't want to be a "downer."
"No wonder Americans all end up in therapy!" she exclaimed.
She has a bit of a point. I tend to think "friendship" is differently defined here. In America, while I have a few "close" friends, most of my friends are people that I hang out with-and do not share my innermost thoughts with.
In Germany, with good friends, nearly nothing is taboo. From the cost of cars, to spousal issues, to depression: they dare to go there.
It's good to have people to count on. While it would be out of place to share really personal things with an acquaintance, I don't see anything wrong with telling your close friends, or family members, the truth.
There seems to be this modern idea in America: everyone for themselves. But, if we help each other out, life could be a lot more pleasant.
**Here is an article on the topic that I found interesting: http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/looking-in-the-cultural-mirror/201009/are-american-friendships-superficial)
"No wonder Americans all end up in therapy!" she exclaimed.
She has a bit of a point. I tend to think "friendship" is differently defined here. In America, while I have a few "close" friends, most of my friends are people that I hang out with-and do not share my innermost thoughts with.
In Germany, with good friends, nearly nothing is taboo. From the cost of cars, to spousal issues, to depression: they dare to go there.
It's good to have people to count on. While it would be out of place to share really personal things with an acquaintance, I don't see anything wrong with telling your close friends, or family members, the truth.
There seems to be this modern idea in America: everyone for themselves. But, if we help each other out, life could be a lot more pleasant.
**Here is an article on the topic that I found interesting: http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/looking-in-the-cultural-mirror/201009/are-american-friendships-superficial)
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Sick and Tired of Stereotypes
Really, you're American? But you're German is so good!
Is that supposed to be a compliment? Perhaps you meant well, but this and other stereotypes about Americans piss me off. Some Europeans are under the impression that Americans don't travel, have no interest in other countries, and cannot speak any other languages. That's simply not true. There are morons everywhere, but the people I grew up with are extremely intelligent. My best friend, Charlotte, is extremely well traveled and speaks French. Felicia has studied abroad in New Zealand, has been to Europe, and speaks Italian. Monica has traveled to England and is currently performing community service in Haiti. Mellissa speaks German. Kristy knows sign language. Gracie speaks Spanish and went on a school trip to Austria.
I myself have been to over 10 countries and speak 2 foreign languages. And although I cannot say whether or not my friends and I are a good representation of the entire country, I can say that there are more intelligent Americans than Europeans may think.
So what was that you were saying?
Is that supposed to be a compliment? Perhaps you meant well, but this and other stereotypes about Americans piss me off. Some Europeans are under the impression that Americans don't travel, have no interest in other countries, and cannot speak any other languages. That's simply not true. There are morons everywhere, but the people I grew up with are extremely intelligent. My best friend, Charlotte, is extremely well traveled and speaks French. Felicia has studied abroad in New Zealand, has been to Europe, and speaks Italian. Monica has traveled to England and is currently performing community service in Haiti. Mellissa speaks German. Kristy knows sign language. Gracie speaks Spanish and went on a school trip to Austria.
I myself have been to over 10 countries and speak 2 foreign languages. And although I cannot say whether or not my friends and I are a good representation of the entire country, I can say that there are more intelligent Americans than Europeans may think.
So what was that you were saying?
Monday, March 7, 2011
New Semester
This semester has started off well. I am going to be incredibly busy. Here is my course load:
-German Lit.
-German as a Foreign Language
-Conversational Spanish
-Sound of Music as Pop Culture
-International Communication
Not to mention my jobs:
-Intern at the Büro für Internationale Beziehungen (International Office) at the University of Salzburg
-Writing articles for live-like-a-german.com
-Babysitting once a week
Then there is the student prayer group I go to once a week. Add that to the crazy amount of traveling I do....and it looks like this is going to be one busy semester :-)
-German Lit.
-German as a Foreign Language
-Conversational Spanish
-Sound of Music as Pop Culture
-International Communication
Not to mention my jobs:
-Intern at the Büro für Internationale Beziehungen (International Office) at the University of Salzburg
-Writing articles for live-like-a-german.com
-Babysitting once a week
Then there is the student prayer group I go to once a week. Add that to the crazy amount of traveling I do....and it looks like this is going to be one busy semester :-)
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Carnival in....East Germany?
This past weekend I, being the nut that I am, decided to visit my friend in Thüringen, who had invited me to celebrate carnival with her. Although this is primarily celebrated in southern Germany and Köln, it is also celebrated in Eastern Germany as well. So I did spent a total of about 14 hours on trains this weekend and only about 36 hours with my friend and her family. However, it was worth it to me.
Eastern Germany is different than Western Germany, that much is clear. The gap between the two has clearly gotten smaller in the past 20 years, but some traditions remain. It was fun going to carnival, seeing the Eastern Germans celebrate such a big event, and getting to know my friend's family. The people there appear to dress a bit differently-more punk, and when talk of languages came up, it appears that everyone took Russian in school. However, they do speak German and are a part of this new, reunited Germany.
The trip gave me the desire to explore Eastern Germany further to discover more differences and similarities between it and Western Germany.
Eastern Germany is different than Western Germany, that much is clear. The gap between the two has clearly gotten smaller in the past 20 years, but some traditions remain. It was fun going to carnival, seeing the Eastern Germans celebrate such a big event, and getting to know my friend's family. The people there appear to dress a bit differently-more punk, and when talk of languages came up, it appears that everyone took Russian in school. However, they do speak German and are a part of this new, reunited Germany.
The trip gave me the desire to explore Eastern Germany further to discover more differences and similarities between it and Western Germany.
The grass is always greener....
During the break, in between Abu Dhabi and going back to school, I had another week off. It was clear to me that this week would be spent with my host family in Munich. On the weekend that I was there the kids and Uwe were off to visit grandma, so Susanne and I had the house to ourselves. It was an enjoyable, relaxing girls weekend: something that I, as a 23-year-old single young woman take for granted, and something that a woman with a husband, children, and millions of responsibilities relishes.
On that Sunday, while taking a walk together in the nearby woods, we discussed a lot of things, one of them being how women go to college, hoping to pursue their dreams, and how they end up marrying and staying at home. It wasn't meant to be negative-she loves her kids, her husband, and her life-that much is clear. However, she, like many other women in her age group and living situation-sometimes wishes she could get away for a while. Perhaps travel without the kids in tow or just spend a few days by herself.
However, what she doesn't realize is that the young girl that has all of that is jealous of what she has. Yes, I am. I am not saying I am unaware of what I have, nor am I saying I don't enjoy my freedom. I love that I can earn money and only have to worry about paying for myself. I love being able to decide I want to go on a train tomorrow if the spirit moves me, without having to check with my husband or worry about children. However, there is a part of me that is jealous of the fact that she doesn't have to look for a husband. Does he like me? Does he want to be with me? Do I really love him? All of those stupid, often trivial questions have been asked. The game has already been played. She no longer needs to flirt with potential mates or arrange dinner dates. She has him. She has her children, her life. A family life is something that I have yet to build, and the uncertainty of everything is really what makes me jealous of what she has.
Despite all of this, I am not ready to trade my freedom for diapers and formula just yet :-)
I suppose all any of us can do is live life the best we can, appreciate the moments, and realize, that whatever stage of life we are in, the grass isn't necessarily greener on the other side.
On that Sunday, while taking a walk together in the nearby woods, we discussed a lot of things, one of them being how women go to college, hoping to pursue their dreams, and how they end up marrying and staying at home. It wasn't meant to be negative-she loves her kids, her husband, and her life-that much is clear. However, she, like many other women in her age group and living situation-sometimes wishes she could get away for a while. Perhaps travel without the kids in tow or just spend a few days by herself.
However, what she doesn't realize is that the young girl that has all of that is jealous of what she has. Yes, I am. I am not saying I am unaware of what I have, nor am I saying I don't enjoy my freedom. I love that I can earn money and only have to worry about paying for myself. I love being able to decide I want to go on a train tomorrow if the spirit moves me, without having to check with my husband or worry about children. However, there is a part of me that is jealous of the fact that she doesn't have to look for a husband. Does he like me? Does he want to be with me? Do I really love him? All of those stupid, often trivial questions have been asked. The game has already been played. She no longer needs to flirt with potential mates or arrange dinner dates. She has him. She has her children, her life. A family life is something that I have yet to build, and the uncertainty of everything is really what makes me jealous of what she has.
Despite all of this, I am not ready to trade my freedom for diapers and formula just yet :-)
I suppose all any of us can do is live life the best we can, appreciate the moments, and realize, that whatever stage of life we are in, the grass isn't necessarily greener on the other side.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
What I miss.
After a week in Munich I have arrived back in Salzburg.
I got back at the last minute-something typical in my life. I like the challenge. Will I make it on time or won't I? This time I got up at 7, took the train from Munich to Salzburg at a quarter to 9, took a bus at quarter to 11, then walked to my apartment. Then got my bookbag, went and bought concealer, got an iced coffee, took a bus, then walked to class. I arrived 8 minutes early to said class. I am quite amazing, I know.
It feels good to be back. At the moment Salzburg is my home, and, finally, a few months ago, I really began to feel comfortable here. I have built a life for myself here that includes family (my German host families), friends, work, school, etc. It took time but ich habe es geschafft. ;)
Which leads me to think about something Susanne said the other day:
Susanne mentioned the other day how difficult it is starting over in a new place, and I am inclined to agree. Introducing yourself as the new person, getting familiar with where everything is, which stores and restaraunts are the best, feeling at home. It's really a test of character. As of January I feel that I have passed the test.
It's not to say everything is suddenly wonderful. I really love it here, but there are those days when I want to wake up in Michigan; when I just want to meet Monica at Great Lakes Crossing, or meet Mellissa for drinks, joke around with Charlotte, or meet Kristy at Starbucks. I want to tease my mother and sister for watching the Bachelor, or argue with my brother, or ask my father for advice. There are days when I miss drinking frozen coke, driving my car to Borders book store, actually being served in a timely manner at restaurants; to go back to a place where I understand how dating works, where I don't make language mistakes.
But then I remember what I am doing all of this for. There is something inside of me that is telling me that I need to travel the world, to discover as many cultures as possible. I have an insane love of anything (and anyone) foreign. It takes it's toll sometimes. It's difficult to date anyone when you're always leaving, and I never have very much money in my bank account. But who can put a price on climbing the stairs to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris, visiting the largest mall in Dubai, going on a river cruise in the Netherlands, or watching the Glockenspiel in Munich? The experiences I have had are priceless.
As Susanne tells me about the trips and study abroad adventures she had in her days as a student, I am in awe. She did it at the right time: she was young and without children and a work schedule to tie her down. Now she can happily be in Germany and realize that she did what she needed and wanted to do. That is exactly what I want. I am exploring the world while I am young with few ties.
Time to go exploring.
Love, Molly
I got back at the last minute-something typical in my life. I like the challenge. Will I make it on time or won't I? This time I got up at 7, took the train from Munich to Salzburg at a quarter to 9, took a bus at quarter to 11, then walked to my apartment. Then got my bookbag, went and bought concealer, got an iced coffee, took a bus, then walked to class. I arrived 8 minutes early to said class. I am quite amazing, I know.
It feels good to be back. At the moment Salzburg is my home, and, finally, a few months ago, I really began to feel comfortable here. I have built a life for myself here that includes family (my German host families), friends, work, school, etc. It took time but ich habe es geschafft. ;)
Which leads me to think about something Susanne said the other day:
Susanne mentioned the other day how difficult it is starting over in a new place, and I am inclined to agree. Introducing yourself as the new person, getting familiar with where everything is, which stores and restaraunts are the best, feeling at home. It's really a test of character. As of January I feel that I have passed the test.
It's not to say everything is suddenly wonderful. I really love it here, but there are those days when I want to wake up in Michigan; when I just want to meet Monica at Great Lakes Crossing, or meet Mellissa for drinks, joke around with Charlotte, or meet Kristy at Starbucks. I want to tease my mother and sister for watching the Bachelor, or argue with my brother, or ask my father for advice. There are days when I miss drinking frozen coke, driving my car to Borders book store, actually being served in a timely manner at restaurants; to go back to a place where I understand how dating works, where I don't make language mistakes.
But then I remember what I am doing all of this for. There is something inside of me that is telling me that I need to travel the world, to discover as many cultures as possible. I have an insane love of anything (and anyone) foreign. It takes it's toll sometimes. It's difficult to date anyone when you're always leaving, and I never have very much money in my bank account. But who can put a price on climbing the stairs to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris, visiting the largest mall in Dubai, going on a river cruise in the Netherlands, or watching the Glockenspiel in Munich? The experiences I have had are priceless.
As Susanne tells me about the trips and study abroad adventures she had in her days as a student, I am in awe. She did it at the right time: she was young and without children and a work schedule to tie her down. Now she can happily be in Germany and realize that she did what she needed and wanted to do. That is exactly what I want. I am exploring the world while I am young with few ties.
Time to go exploring.
Love, Molly
Friday, February 25, 2011
Weight, Munich
Nearly every woman, at some point in her life, has worried about her weight. I am no exception. Lately I have been looking back at pictures of myself as a young teen, thin, cute, and wondering if I can get it all back. Then it occurred to me: at the time the photo was taken I thought I was fat.
I want to shake my 15-year-old self and tell her that she's beautiful. Actually, I also want to do that to my 17-year-old sister sometimes as well. You are beautiful, don't worry about it.
Funny that I don't practice what I preach. Today I ate very little and felt a bit dizzy. That's when my friend reminded me of something that I'd forgotten about: being thin isn't everything, and even those that are thin often wish they could change something about their bodies.
Thus, I have come to the conclusion that, although I do need to eat healthier and exercise, I don't need to look like Heidi Klum to be beautiful. I have other qualities that make me beautiful, and so does every woman.
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I spent the last week of my vacation with the Deuke's (noticing a pattern here?)-from Tuesday to Tuesday.
I baked a German cake with a bit of instruction from Susanne. Very productive. On that Thursday I spent the night at Christine's. Her husband, Ingo, picked me up from the Deuke's after work (he works at BMW in Munich) and then we drove to their home near Augsburg. That night we all went out to eat for pizza, and then Christine and I went out to see a movie together the new Til Schweiger film, Kokowääh. Before we left one of her sons, Nico. was complaining that I don't spend enough time with him. He asked why we have to go out for coffee every time I come to visit. Adorable. The film was very cute, and Christine and I laughed and carried on per usual. The next day Deutsche Bahn was striking (wie auch immer/as always), so I stayed and went with Christine and the kids to the Fasching party at their church). Then Christine drove me to the train station, and I called my sister to wish her a happy 17th birthday (February 25th). This is the 3rd year in a row I have missed her birthday-I feel like such a bad sister. I will be there next year for her 18th! :)
That evening Susanne was the only one home as the kids and Uwe were gone for the weekend. Susanne and I watched The Devil Wears Prada. The next night she and I went out for fast food (she said she was dying for McDonald's so we went to the drive through), and then we went to Subway for me. We watched tv, ate, and talked. I loved it :-)
On Sunday the kids got back, and on Monday I went out to lunch with Lotte before babysitting for the kids in the evening. Then Susanne came home and we had a long talk about husbands leaving their wives... On Tuesday morning I got up early to head back to Salzburg just in time for the start of second semester. I literally made it to class just in time. That's me for you :)
I want to shake my 15-year-old self and tell her that she's beautiful. Actually, I also want to do that to my 17-year-old sister sometimes as well. You are beautiful, don't worry about it.
Funny that I don't practice what I preach. Today I ate very little and felt a bit dizzy. That's when my friend reminded me of something that I'd forgotten about: being thin isn't everything, and even those that are thin often wish they could change something about their bodies.
Thus, I have come to the conclusion that, although I do need to eat healthier and exercise, I don't need to look like Heidi Klum to be beautiful. I have other qualities that make me beautiful, and so does every woman.
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I spent the last week of my vacation with the Deuke's (noticing a pattern here?)-from Tuesday to Tuesday.
I baked a German cake with a bit of instruction from Susanne. Very productive. On that Thursday I spent the night at Christine's. Her husband, Ingo, picked me up from the Deuke's after work (he works at BMW in Munich) and then we drove to their home near Augsburg. That night we all went out to eat for pizza, and then Christine and I went out to see a movie together the new Til Schweiger film, Kokowääh. Before we left one of her sons, Nico. was complaining that I don't spend enough time with him. He asked why we have to go out for coffee every time I come to visit. Adorable. The film was very cute, and Christine and I laughed and carried on per usual. The next day Deutsche Bahn was striking (wie auch immer/as always), so I stayed and went with Christine and the kids to the Fasching party at their church). Then Christine drove me to the train station, and I called my sister to wish her a happy 17th birthday (February 25th). This is the 3rd year in a row I have missed her birthday-I feel like such a bad sister. I will be there next year for her 18th! :)
That evening Susanne was the only one home as the kids and Uwe were gone for the weekend. Susanne and I watched The Devil Wears Prada. The next night she and I went out for fast food (she said she was dying for McDonald's so we went to the drive through), and then we went to Subway for me. We watched tv, ate, and talked. I loved it :-)
On Sunday the kids got back, and on Monday I went out to lunch with Lotte before babysitting for the kids in the evening. Then Susanne came home and we had a long talk about husbands leaving their wives... On Tuesday morning I got up early to head back to Salzburg just in time for the start of second semester. I literally made it to class just in time. That's me for you :)
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Children
I realize I can only speak for my generation, but excuse me if I generalize this a bit.
I feel like American children are babied more than children from Germany. My friend's son is 9 and today, I was at their house to keep an eye on him. He had a flute lesson at 5:15. He practiced, packed, and got ready to go himself. He also biked there himself and remembered to take a house key before he left.
I would say those days are gone in the states, at least in Michigan, where I live. I'm sure if you talk with my parents they will tell you they walked places as children, or rode their bikes. I myself walked to school in Kindergarten and first grade when school was nearby. However, I feel like this new generation is growing up with parents that are a bit overly concerned for their children's safety. I am not saying parents should let their children take the subway in New York alone, as one mother from the Big Apple did recently, however, letting junior walk to school might be a good thing. Exercise and a bit of self responsibility never hurt anyone.
Just a thought.
I feel like American children are babied more than children from Germany. My friend's son is 9 and today, I was at their house to keep an eye on him. He had a flute lesson at 5:15. He practiced, packed, and got ready to go himself. He also biked there himself and remembered to take a house key before he left.
I would say those days are gone in the states, at least in Michigan, where I live. I'm sure if you talk with my parents they will tell you they walked places as children, or rode their bikes. I myself walked to school in Kindergarten and first grade when school was nearby. However, I feel like this new generation is growing up with parents that are a bit overly concerned for their children's safety. I am not saying parents should let their children take the subway in New York alone, as one mother from the Big Apple did recently, however, letting junior walk to school might be a good thing. Exercise and a bit of self responsibility never hurt anyone.
Just a thought.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Greetings fron Munich
I got back from Abu Dhabi this past Saturday. I spent a couple days in Salzburg and now I am visiting my host family in Munich for a week.
More about Abu Dhabi:
That first Thursday Kerstin's friends took us out to a hookah bar on top of a large building, where we drank mint tea and enjoyed a view of the city. After that we all went to a jazz bar where they sang well known hits. It was really cool. The room was filled with people all over the world, and yet everyone new the American songs and sang along. On Friday Kerstin, her friend, and I went to a hotel on an island. There we had brunch and also had use of the pool all day. Luxury. ;) That evening went to a hookah bar with her parents (hookah bars are a big thing there, can you tell?) On Saturday Kerstin's parents took us to the desert, where we dug our feet in the sand and took pictures of camels. Then we went to tour a palace, followed by eating at a traditional restaurant. My eyes got big when we walked in and I saw a fish with its eyes still intact, but didn't end up being bad. On Sunday and Monday we went shopping. On Tuesday Kerstin and I met up with her friend, a native Emirati. She was really nice and explained a lot about her culture to me. After that Kerstin and I went to the movies to see the film No Strings Attached. They sold American candy at the movies, and FROZEN COKE! I had my first frozen coke in 7 months. It felt like home... I felt a little homesick at that point. On Wednesday we went on a day trip with Kerstin's mother and her German women's group. It was fun, we went to a traditional market where bargaining is the norm, and the salespeople are pushy. On Thursday we went out for a nice Italian dinner, and on Friday we said goodbye and flew home
Abu Dhabi was an amazing experience. I honestly had pictured people living in modest homes in the desert. It's not like that at all. It is a vibrant, beautiful, city with a lot to offer.
At least, that's the side that the tourists see. I also had the opportunity to see Abu Dhabi's dark side. Although people claim that the guest workers are earning more in Abu Dhabi than they would earn in their home countries, I still felt for them every time I looked at the emotionless looks on their faces. Those guest workers, mostly from India and Pakistan, work long, hard hours, often sleep in disgusting, run down apartments shared with an obscene amount of people, and don't spend any of the little money they earn: they send it all home.
Seeing this has made me appreciate where I was born, the family I was born into, and the opportunities that I have had. To be able to go to college, to study abroad, it's amazing. And I see that now more than ever.
Greetings from Munich, Molly
More about Abu Dhabi:
That first Thursday Kerstin's friends took us out to a hookah bar on top of a large building, where we drank mint tea and enjoyed a view of the city. After that we all went to a jazz bar where they sang well known hits. It was really cool. The room was filled with people all over the world, and yet everyone new the American songs and sang along. On Friday Kerstin, her friend, and I went to a hotel on an island. There we had brunch and also had use of the pool all day. Luxury. ;) That evening went to a hookah bar with her parents (hookah bars are a big thing there, can you tell?) On Saturday Kerstin's parents took us to the desert, where we dug our feet in the sand and took pictures of camels. Then we went to tour a palace, followed by eating at a traditional restaurant. My eyes got big when we walked in and I saw a fish with its eyes still intact, but didn't end up being bad. On Sunday and Monday we went shopping. On Tuesday Kerstin and I met up with her friend, a native Emirati. She was really nice and explained a lot about her culture to me. After that Kerstin and I went to the movies to see the film No Strings Attached. They sold American candy at the movies, and FROZEN COKE! I had my first frozen coke in 7 months. It felt like home... I felt a little homesick at that point. On Wednesday we went on a day trip with Kerstin's mother and her German women's group. It was fun, we went to a traditional market where bargaining is the norm, and the salespeople are pushy. On Thursday we went out for a nice Italian dinner, and on Friday we said goodbye and flew home
Abu Dhabi was an amazing experience. I honestly had pictured people living in modest homes in the desert. It's not like that at all. It is a vibrant, beautiful, city with a lot to offer.
At least, that's the side that the tourists see. I also had the opportunity to see Abu Dhabi's dark side. Although people claim that the guest workers are earning more in Abu Dhabi than they would earn in their home countries, I still felt for them every time I looked at the emotionless looks on their faces. Those guest workers, mostly from India and Pakistan, work long, hard hours, often sleep in disgusting, run down apartments shared with an obscene amount of people, and don't spend any of the little money they earn: they send it all home.
Seeing this has made me appreciate where I was born, the family I was born into, and the opportunities that I have had. To be able to go to college, to study abroad, it's amazing. And I see that now more than ever.
Greetings from Munich, Molly
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Abu Dhabi
When I woke up this past Friday morning I had butterflies in my stomach. I was a bit scared to fly somewhere so different. What would Abu Dhabi be like? Would I get there and just want to go straight back to Salzburg? I wasn't sure, but I had the desire and the curiousity to try.
Kerstin, a German friend of mine that lives near Salzburg, had invited me to come with her and visit her parents, who live in Abu Dhabi. So on that Friday we met in the afternoon and took the train to Munich, where we flew out to Abu Dhabi.
The flight in itself presented me with culture shock when, as we took off, words in Arabic appeared on our tv screens as a man said them out loud. "They are praying for a good flight," Kerstin explained. All I could think of at that point were suicide bombers. I clearly had my own prejudices.
Upon arriving at the airport Saturday morning after not having slept, I exhaustedly followed Kerstin. We went to go and show our passports, and noticed that there were two lines: one for the regular people, and for first class passengers. Kerstin flashed one of the Arabi men a smile, and he allowed us to go to the first class line. Apparently that is how things work around here....
Kerstin's parents met us at the front of the airport and then drove us to their home. I slept for about 7 hours as I was very exhausted, and then we went out to dinner at a very nice restaurant. I had steak and drank wine. I felt very sophisticated.
On Sunday Kerstin took me to Heritage Village, which is basically a recreation of the old outdoor markets for tourists. It was really cool, with a little museum showing old artifacts and women's wear on display (the different veils women wear, etc). There was even a man wearing one of those things wrapped around his head, sitting on a camel. I definitely took a picture of that one.
Then we headed to the mall, where I saw the native people for the first time. Men with things on their heads, women wearing veils covering everything except their eyes, some women showing their entire face, others choosing to wear no veil at all. And then the loud speaker came on and something was chanted in arabic. Kerstin explained that the Muslim people were being called to prayer. Even in the mall there are prayer rooms for this purpose. I was very surprised. In movies I have seen they just kneel down wherever they are and pray. Oh Hollywood.
That evening, as we took a walk along the beach overlooking the Persian Gulf, I was surprised to see kids with their parents playing on the playground. It had to have been 10 at night, and it was dark. Kerstin explained that the kids sleep part of the day because it is so hot, and then stay up later at night.
On Monday Kerstin, her mother, and I got manis and pedis at the new place across the street. For a mani pedi it only cost 90 dirham, or 25 dollars. As I sat there, being pampered, I was able watch Friends on the big screen. It felt like home :-) Later in the day we went to the mall, where I spent way to much money on a Banana Republic sweater. I couldn't help it. I loved it.
In the evening Kerstin and I went out with her brother and some friends to a local outdoor hookah bar. I haven't smoked that in several years, as it makes my stomach sick, but I enjoyed the company and the conversation. While sitting there I was a bit freaked out. There are picture outside everywhere of the current king. That just creeps me out. It somehow reminds me of Not Without My Daughter starring Sally Field.
On Tuesday we went to Dubai where Kerstin's mom wanted to meet up with a friend. We saw the tallest building in the world, took pretty tourist pictures, and went shopping. Esprit is so much less expensive here since the people don't have to pay taxes on anything. I got a pair of jeans and a jacket for 200 dirham, or 50 USD!
Today we went to a beautiful mosque, where we had to put on veils and robes provided by the mosque just to get in. We also had to take off our shoes and leave them in a pile with the others. The mosque is beautiful and we enjoyed looking around despite the Asian people taking pictures of everything, including the floor---haha :)
At one point at the mosque we joined a tour and listened to the question and answer portion. It was great. I could tell who was in the group-everything from Germans to Dutch to English people were clearly evident by their accents, clothing, and behaviors. All different, but all interested in this culture that is so different from their own. Everyone was allowed to ask the Arabi guide questions. Nothing was taboo. And he answered them gladly. If only US political leaders would go on such a tour, perhaps they would understand the culture instead of just pointing fingers without all of the facts.
Thus far my trip has been quite enlightening. More to come.
-Molly
Kerstin, a German friend of mine that lives near Salzburg, had invited me to come with her and visit her parents, who live in Abu Dhabi. So on that Friday we met in the afternoon and took the train to Munich, where we flew out to Abu Dhabi.
The flight in itself presented me with culture shock when, as we took off, words in Arabic appeared on our tv screens as a man said them out loud. "They are praying for a good flight," Kerstin explained. All I could think of at that point were suicide bombers. I clearly had my own prejudices.
Upon arriving at the airport Saturday morning after not having slept, I exhaustedly followed Kerstin. We went to go and show our passports, and noticed that there were two lines: one for the regular people, and for first class passengers. Kerstin flashed one of the Arabi men a smile, and he allowed us to go to the first class line. Apparently that is how things work around here....
Kerstin's parents met us at the front of the airport and then drove us to their home. I slept for about 7 hours as I was very exhausted, and then we went out to dinner at a very nice restaurant. I had steak and drank wine. I felt very sophisticated.
On Sunday Kerstin took me to Heritage Village, which is basically a recreation of the old outdoor markets for tourists. It was really cool, with a little museum showing old artifacts and women's wear on display (the different veils women wear, etc). There was even a man wearing one of those things wrapped around his head, sitting on a camel. I definitely took a picture of that one.
Then we headed to the mall, where I saw the native people for the first time. Men with things on their heads, women wearing veils covering everything except their eyes, some women showing their entire face, others choosing to wear no veil at all. And then the loud speaker came on and something was chanted in arabic. Kerstin explained that the Muslim people were being called to prayer. Even in the mall there are prayer rooms for this purpose. I was very surprised. In movies I have seen they just kneel down wherever they are and pray. Oh Hollywood.
That evening, as we took a walk along the beach overlooking the Persian Gulf, I was surprised to see kids with their parents playing on the playground. It had to have been 10 at night, and it was dark. Kerstin explained that the kids sleep part of the day because it is so hot, and then stay up later at night.
On Monday Kerstin, her mother, and I got manis and pedis at the new place across the street. For a mani pedi it only cost 90 dirham, or 25 dollars. As I sat there, being pampered, I was able watch Friends on the big screen. It felt like home :-) Later in the day we went to the mall, where I spent way to much money on a Banana Republic sweater. I couldn't help it. I loved it.
In the evening Kerstin and I went out with her brother and some friends to a local outdoor hookah bar. I haven't smoked that in several years, as it makes my stomach sick, but I enjoyed the company and the conversation. While sitting there I was a bit freaked out. There are picture outside everywhere of the current king. That just creeps me out. It somehow reminds me of Not Without My Daughter starring Sally Field.
On Tuesday we went to Dubai where Kerstin's mom wanted to meet up with a friend. We saw the tallest building in the world, took pretty tourist pictures, and went shopping. Esprit is so much less expensive here since the people don't have to pay taxes on anything. I got a pair of jeans and a jacket for 200 dirham, or 50 USD!
Today we went to a beautiful mosque, where we had to put on veils and robes provided by the mosque just to get in. We also had to take off our shoes and leave them in a pile with the others. The mosque is beautiful and we enjoyed looking around despite the Asian people taking pictures of everything, including the floor---haha :)
At one point at the mosque we joined a tour and listened to the question and answer portion. It was great. I could tell who was in the group-everything from Germans to Dutch to English people were clearly evident by their accents, clothing, and behaviors. All different, but all interested in this culture that is so different from their own. Everyone was allowed to ask the Arabi guide questions. Nothing was taboo. And he answered them gladly. If only US political leaders would go on such a tour, perhaps they would understand the culture instead of just pointing fingers without all of the facts.
Thus far my trip has been quite enlightening. More to come.
-Molly
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Snow-Shoeing!
Those who know me know that I am not exactly athletic (Wow, that's putting it mildly). But I do enjoy volleyball, bike riding, and now, my newest interest: snow-shoeing! This past week my group from Ohio went on a field trip to a national park a few hours outside of Salzburg. We snow-shoed through the alps! It was an amazing 4 hours. It was a beautiful, sun shiny day, and I was so excited to be able to try a snow sport that doesn't make me fear for my life. I tried skiing once about 10 years ago, and let's just say that didn't go so well....
Photos to come... :-)
Photos to come... :-)
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Guide to Saving Money While Abroad...
Sometimes I get the feeling that people are asking themselves, "How does Molly do it? She either has a ton of money or is robbing a bank." Actually, neither of those statements are true. I am a poor student just like everyone else. But I do things a little bit differently than other students, and that has allowed me to keep my finances in check.
Number one, I have been looking at this graduate program since my first year of undergrad. I had a plan, and although I wasn't sure I would get an assistantship, I applied for it anyway, and was, of course, happy to receive it. Without it, I wouldn't be able to afford this year abroad at all.
So what else do I do to save money while abroad? Take a look....
I don't pay full price for big ticket items. For example, my zipper broke on my other coat and I needed a new coat, and fast. I wanted a quality winter jacket that would last for years, but at a discount price. I went into the Altstadt in Salzburg and went through a few of my favorite shops, trying on different coats. I really liked one that I tried on at Esprit. It fit, was a cute color, and best of all: it was affordable. It was originally being sold for over 100 Euros but I got it for over 50 percent off. How's that for a deal?
I shop around for things like haircuts, for example. I want my hair cut and highlighted, but I haven't been able to afford it here. After some research, I found a place that will let me get my hair done by a trainee. It will perhaps take an extra hour or 2, but it saves me so much money! I am going to get my hair cut and highlighted at over 50 percent off.
And a few general things...
I don't go out all of the time. I like to go out as much as the next girl, but it adds up, especially when you are drinking and somehow forget that you dropped an extra 50 Euros. When I go out, I take out a certain amount of money and stick to it. Then, the next night, when someone else asks me to go out, I politely decline. I cannot afford to go out constantly.
I cook at home. Ok, not really cook. I make pasta and salads, cut up fruit, and prepare vegetables. It saves me so much money. At the beginning of the year I was eating out a lot, but as soon as I realized it was really hurting my pocketbook, I reduced it significantly.
I know where to go. 75 cents for a postcard? No way. I go to the place around the corner that sells them for 40 cents. 3.50 for that bagel sandwich? Across the street there is a place that sells the best croissant sandwiches for 2.50.
I don't buy a lot of clothes. I am like every other woman. (I am stereotyping women: Gloria Steinem forgive me) I do love to shop. But I realize that clothes are expensive. I tend to head to the sales rack at places, and really think about it before actually buying clothing.
I work. I organized a babysitting gig here in Salzburg before even arriving here. I only babysit once a week, so it's not affecting school, and it's enough money to allow me to either: buy an item of clothing I want, go out, or take a short trip every week.
Still, you may be saying to yourself...
....But Molly. You travel all of the time. What about Abu Dhabi? What about Munich? the Netherlands? And everywhere else you go? First of all, I am an expert at planning trips on a budget. I research well in advance for the best price. I also have student discount cards that I paid for that allow me to get 50 percent off on trains in Austria and Germany. I also have befriended people all over Europe that allow me to stay with them. So think about it. I get cheap transportation and a free place to stay (and eat). What am I really paying for? I don't buy souveniers anymore, so other than paying for admission to sites, postcards and few lunches, there isn't much I have to spend my money on.
In addition, I:
also keep track of everything that I spend my money on, down to the 50 cents that I spent the other day to buy hot chocolate out of a vending machine. Anal? Maybe. But as a student I can't afford to spend a lot of money, and I need to keep track of where it is going.
I'm not perfect. I have an iced cafe latte addiction that definitely cuts in to my bottom line. But thankfully, I am able to counteract that by not buying other things that I want.
Time to sign out. I'm about to go on a tour of the Haus der Natur with my church (for free, might I add)
Bye for Now, Molly
Number one, I have been looking at this graduate program since my first year of undergrad. I had a plan, and although I wasn't sure I would get an assistantship, I applied for it anyway, and was, of course, happy to receive it. Without it, I wouldn't be able to afford this year abroad at all.
So what else do I do to save money while abroad? Take a look....
I don't pay full price for big ticket items. For example, my zipper broke on my other coat and I needed a new coat, and fast. I wanted a quality winter jacket that would last for years, but at a discount price. I went into the Altstadt in Salzburg and went through a few of my favorite shops, trying on different coats. I really liked one that I tried on at Esprit. It fit, was a cute color, and best of all: it was affordable. It was originally being sold for over 100 Euros but I got it for over 50 percent off. How's that for a deal?
I shop around for things like haircuts, for example. I want my hair cut and highlighted, but I haven't been able to afford it here. After some research, I found a place that will let me get my hair done by a trainee. It will perhaps take an extra hour or 2, but it saves me so much money! I am going to get my hair cut and highlighted at over 50 percent off.
And a few general things...
I don't go out all of the time. I like to go out as much as the next girl, but it adds up, especially when you are drinking and somehow forget that you dropped an extra 50 Euros. When I go out, I take out a certain amount of money and stick to it. Then, the next night, when someone else asks me to go out, I politely decline. I cannot afford to go out constantly.
I cook at home. Ok, not really cook. I make pasta and salads, cut up fruit, and prepare vegetables. It saves me so much money. At the beginning of the year I was eating out a lot, but as soon as I realized it was really hurting my pocketbook, I reduced it significantly.
I know where to go. 75 cents for a postcard? No way. I go to the place around the corner that sells them for 40 cents. 3.50 for that bagel sandwich? Across the street there is a place that sells the best croissant sandwiches for 2.50.
I don't buy a lot of clothes. I am like every other woman. (I am stereotyping women: Gloria Steinem forgive me) I do love to shop. But I realize that clothes are expensive. I tend to head to the sales rack at places, and really think about it before actually buying clothing.
I work. I organized a babysitting gig here in Salzburg before even arriving here. I only babysit once a week, so it's not affecting school, and it's enough money to allow me to either: buy an item of clothing I want, go out, or take a short trip every week.
Still, you may be saying to yourself...
....But Molly. You travel all of the time. What about Abu Dhabi? What about Munich? the Netherlands? And everywhere else you go? First of all, I am an expert at planning trips on a budget. I research well in advance for the best price. I also have student discount cards that I paid for that allow me to get 50 percent off on trains in Austria and Germany. I also have befriended people all over Europe that allow me to stay with them. So think about it. I get cheap transportation and a free place to stay (and eat). What am I really paying for? I don't buy souveniers anymore, so other than paying for admission to sites, postcards and few lunches, there isn't much I have to spend my money on.
In addition, I:
also keep track of everything that I spend my money on, down to the 50 cents that I spent the other day to buy hot chocolate out of a vending machine. Anal? Maybe. But as a student I can't afford to spend a lot of money, and I need to keep track of where it is going.
I'm not perfect. I have an iced cafe latte addiction that definitely cuts in to my bottom line. But thankfully, I am able to counteract that by not buying other things that I want.
Time to sign out. I'm about to go on a tour of the Haus der Natur with my church (for free, might I add)
Bye for Now, Molly
Monday, January 24, 2011
Weekend at Verena's
There are days abroad when everything I see is amazing. I love the small shops, the cobblestone streets, hearing German wherever I go, and everything else that is going on around me. And then there are, of course, those days where everything annoys me. I don't really let it get me down. It's all part of living in a foreign country.
As you can tell from my last post, I am beginning to feel more at home. What has really helped me is spending time with a Catholic church group for University students. I have met lots of nice people, including Verena. She is also 23 and we seem to have a lot in common. This past weekend she took the train back home to visit her parents, and she asked me to join her. After about an hour on the train we arrived in her small village, where her father picked us up to take her to her house. When we got home her mother and her little sister were there to greet us. We had a nice dinner and then went to bed relatively early, since the busy week had tired us out. On Saturday she took me to the downtown area, on the water with a beautiful view of the mountains. So idyllic. I spent a long time just staring out into the distance. It looked so much like I painting I was tempted to pinch myself to see if it was real. It's that kind of moment that makes study abroad so worthwhile. Just discovering the beauty of other parts of the world.
She and I walked along the water front in the bitter cold, and then warmed up over hot chocolate in a cafe with a view of the waterfront and the lovely, snow-capped mountains. It was something out of an old Audrey Hepburn film. Just too good to be true :)
The rest of the weekend involved lots of studying (or in my case, procrastinating), as we have exams this week. Actually, as I write this, I should be studying. How typical.
With love from Salzburg,
Molly
Monday, January 17, 2011
Austria is not Germany-But so what?
I'll be the first one to admit that I wasn't wild about going to Austria. I wanted to study abroad, but in Germany. But that wasn't in the cards for me. It's as if I was meant to come here.
My first 3 months here were a test. I wasn't homesick, but I was lonely and annoyed bý the new culture that I had entered. I didn't realize that it was culture shock, but it was. I was adjusting to living in a foreign country that wasn't Germany.
It was hard to meet the locals at first. In our program, we are all Americans, and we stick with our little group. It is, after all, much easier to stay around the people that understand the same pop culture references and, of course, what it feels like to be a foreigner in this country.
However, enough was finally enough, and, although I do like the people in my program, I am here to study and learn German in context. So I decided to take the plunge and join a Catholic church group here. It was difficult for me to take that step. I am always tired on Wednesdays after babysitting, so I normally just head home. But I knew eventually, if I wanted to meet people, I had to put in the effort. So I went to the prayer circle. And, to my surprise, met many nice people that invited me to join them right away. Now I have lunches planned, parties to go to, weekly church events, etc. All it took was that one step.
I've heard it from German women living in the states before, and now I am living it here. It is difficult being a foreigner. It is lonely. You stand there at school, at the store, on the street, just hoping to be noticed. Hoping that someone will see, perhaps, that you are new to the area. Will they come up and talk to you? Will they invite you out for coffee? Will they even notice you at all?
The problem with being passive is that it gets you nowhere in a foreign land. People aren't mind readers. If you want to meet people, you have to go up to them. I'm not talking about being over aggressive and creepy. I'm talking about taking a small step. What about that nice girl in class who always says hi to you when you walk in? Why not sit next to her and ask her for her e-mail address, in case you have any questions about the class, as you are an exchange student? What about that woman you see everyday when you drop off your kids? Perhaps you could arrange a playdate and you two could bond over coffee?
It's all easier said than done. But if I hadn't walked into that church, looking all nervous and uncomfortable, I would still be lonely and out of touch with this culture. I put myself out there, and now I feel so much more comfortable here. Sometimes all it takes is a few friends and a new understanding of a culture :)
And so, I will say something I never thought I would. I love Salzburg. I really do. I love walking around and seeing the fortress, going to the cafe behind my Studentenwohnheim for a latte macchiato friddo, riding my bike to the supermarket, walking over the bridge to the bus stop while admiring the Salzach river, meeting friends for coffee and cake, babysitting for two adorable Austrian girls, and so much more. As one Republic says, 'There's nothing to complain about.' I now walk around and smile.
:)
My first 3 months here were a test. I wasn't homesick, but I was lonely and annoyed bý the new culture that I had entered. I didn't realize that it was culture shock, but it was. I was adjusting to living in a foreign country that wasn't Germany.
It was hard to meet the locals at first. In our program, we are all Americans, and we stick with our little group. It is, after all, much easier to stay around the people that understand the same pop culture references and, of course, what it feels like to be a foreigner in this country.
However, enough was finally enough, and, although I do like the people in my program, I am here to study and learn German in context. So I decided to take the plunge and join a Catholic church group here. It was difficult for me to take that step. I am always tired on Wednesdays after babysitting, so I normally just head home. But I knew eventually, if I wanted to meet people, I had to put in the effort. So I went to the prayer circle. And, to my surprise, met many nice people that invited me to join them right away. Now I have lunches planned, parties to go to, weekly church events, etc. All it took was that one step.
I've heard it from German women living in the states before, and now I am living it here. It is difficult being a foreigner. It is lonely. You stand there at school, at the store, on the street, just hoping to be noticed. Hoping that someone will see, perhaps, that you are new to the area. Will they come up and talk to you? Will they invite you out for coffee? Will they even notice you at all?
The problem with being passive is that it gets you nowhere in a foreign land. People aren't mind readers. If you want to meet people, you have to go up to them. I'm not talking about being over aggressive and creepy. I'm talking about taking a small step. What about that nice girl in class who always says hi to you when you walk in? Why not sit next to her and ask her for her e-mail address, in case you have any questions about the class, as you are an exchange student? What about that woman you see everyday when you drop off your kids? Perhaps you could arrange a playdate and you two could bond over coffee?
It's all easier said than done. But if I hadn't walked into that church, looking all nervous and uncomfortable, I would still be lonely and out of touch with this culture. I put myself out there, and now I feel so much more comfortable here. Sometimes all it takes is a few friends and a new understanding of a culture :)
And so, I will say something I never thought I would. I love Salzburg. I really do. I love walking around and seeing the fortress, going to the cafe behind my Studentenwohnheim for a latte macchiato friddo, riding my bike to the supermarket, walking over the bridge to the bus stop while admiring the Salzach river, meeting friends for coffee and cake, babysitting for two adorable Austrian girls, and so much more. As one Republic says, 'There's nothing to complain about.' I now walk around and smile.
:)
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