Angel Face

Last night we were in Munich and decided to do the beer challenge through a tour company. There was a variety of people there....in particular Fabian, from Mexico City, Mexico. We chatted a little bit in the beginning of the evening but then as we moved to different beer halls the circle of new people changed as well.

At the last pub almost everyone (except me and a few others that became babysitters...) was über drunk. (I've been wanting to use at least one of those letters since I'm using a German Keeyboard). Well, Fabian sat his drunk ass next to me and for about 5 minutes we played the 'What's Rosies Real Name' game. It went something like this..

Fabian: So Rosa, how do you like the beer?
Me: It's Rosie
Fabian: How do you like the beer, Rosa?
Me: My name is Rosie....°Take a sip of beer, smile°
Fabian: So you like the beer Rosa?
Me: Rosie. Not Rosa.

That went on for about 5 more minutes...
He then framed my face with his hands and told me that I have an angel face. Fabian then said he knew I was a nice person because of my angel face and he was happy to meet such a nice person with an angel face.

I told him he was drunk...he said he wasn't and then nearly fell backwards on to one of his friends.

Did Anyone Check the Weather?

We were so organized when we planned this 3 week travel around Europe. We bought 'proper' travelling backpacks, got most of the hostels booked, and made sure we picked trains that had the least stops. The one thing we did not check, however, was the weather.

As I was packing I looked through my clothes and picked out stuff that I normally wear and that would be weather appropriate. But for some reason this was all I kept thinking in my head as I picked out my clothes....'We're going to Rome, we're going to southern France, and we're going to Barcelona.'

Notice in my little thought train that I don't mention any of the colder countries? London was nice and warm so it didn't really hit me until we got to Berlin. It rained, it snowed, and there was major wind. And all I had to wear was 2 long sleeved shirts and a zip up sweater. I had to borrow a rain jacket from my aunt. At least I didn't have to borrow the white Christmas shoes...

Once we left Berlin, we hoped and hoped that it would be a little bit more dry and warm in Salzburg. Looking out the train window gave us a different view. Snow. Lots and lots of snow. I have one pair of sneakers and two pairs of flip flops with me. I can't wear those in the snow.

So there we were, in the snow, cold, shivering, wondering why out of three smart girls, none of us checked the weather.

Of course our last day in Salzburg it got warmer and the sun came out. At least it's nice weather in Munich. And maybe Monday I can wear my flip flops around Rome.

Clive, The Lonely Milk Carton

What happens after sitting in the library for 9 hours, sleep deprived, and camera in hand

Awkward Bus Ride

I haven't slept. I realized last night that I have a paper due tomorrow when I thought it was due Friday. Plus other stress from back home is keeping me awake. (side note, for some reason my default picture looks really weird on this computer....)

So, my plan was to get to the library as soon as I could this morning and the buses usually start up around 8am. At about 7:15 I was just sitting in my room, cursing my neighbors loud snoring...show off. So after about 5 minutes of me glaring at the wall we share I decided I would wait for the bus at the bus stop, even though I had about 45 minutes to kill. But to my amazement the bus was already waiting there. (It's like they KNEW).
The bus driver was nice enough to let me wait on the bus instead of outside in the chilly fog after he looked me over(thinking...omg what hole did she just crawl out from), smiled (pity smile maybe), and joked about how early I was awake. Thank you Captain Obvious...
So I take my seat in the back of the bus...since all the really cool kids sit back there. And the emergency exit seats have the most leg room. I take out my phone wondering who, other then me, would be awake at this ungodly hour. No one. So, I start to play with my phone. I've had it since September and just discovered it has this nifty thing where you play a clip of music and it tells you the title and artist...that entertained me for about 20 minutes.

Anywho, long story short I finally made it to campus, looking like the BIGGEST nerd. The only person on the bus the whole time and before I stepped off the bus the driver asked me if I was awake yet.
No.

P.s. The kid next to me needs to stop pretending to stretch so he can see what I'm doing. You smell like egg rolls.

My Cinderella Story

It was Christmas Eve and things with my family were starting to wind down. We said our good byes and I stood in the small hallway by the front door looking for my shoes. My cute, little black ballet slippers that go with just about everything. I found the left shoe....but rightie was no where to be found.

A massive search was conducted but unfortunately it seemed with the death of my red chucks, rightie decided to hit the road for greener pastures. I know that life was better with my red chucks so I completely understand righties decision. But it came at a rather inconvenient time. I know this sounds really weird but I do like to wear both shoes when I'm going somewhere...even if it is the 3 second elevator ride. The funny part of the whole ordeal was being asked about 5 different times by 5 different German relatives if I came down wearing both shoes. And if you're wondering, yes I had both shoes in the beginning...

So my life has finally become the fairy tale I always dreamed about. I as Cinderella lost my shoe and now all I had to do was kick back, relax, and wait on Prince Charming to bring me my missing shoe.

A few days went by and nothing. My aunt even searched her apartment (even though the shoe went missing in my Omas place) but came up empty. So she decided to take me shoe shopping for new shoes. Since they were just black ballet slippers they weren't too hard to replace...I actually find some cute ones with glitter (it doesn't take a whole lot to make me happy).

Two hours and 10 Euros later my Prince Charming showed up. Unfortunately, Prince Charming turned to be my 81 year old Oma carrying the missing shoe.
Not the fairy tale I had in mind...

Wabbit Season

I get to spend Christmas in Berlin with my family and so far it has been tons of fun. Yesterday we took a 2 hour road trip to visit family that live in the deep east side of Berlin. One of my moms cousins owns her own hair salon so it was nice to finally get my hair cut.

Once we got back my great aunt had cooked an awesome lunch. Dumplings, sour kraute, and rabbit. That's right, I ate rabbit. It was actually pretty good until I got the creepy feeling that I was being watched. I shrugged it off and continued eating the delicious rabbit and sour kraute and listend to the German conversation.

That was until I heard it. It was a light scratching noise coming from the hallway. I peered through the door and there it was, two of them. The familys pet rabbits sitting in their cages, watching me eat one of their own.

I then put another piece of rabbit on my fork and into my mouth as I rubbed my belly, smiling.

'Mmmmm......'

The Difference Between Pants and Underwear

Words can be funny sometimes. Especially when it means something completely different in the new country you just moved to. Fanny doesn't mean a persons backside, it actually means the womans front side, her lower front side, chips are french fries, a womans wallet is called a purse and her purse is called a bag. Something else I wish I had known was that pants actually mean underwear. So as I was packing for Scotland I decided on just one pair of jeans. I figured I would only be there for the weekend and really, how dirty can one pair of jeans get over the course of three days?



Obviously, I didn't take into account the 3 hour walking tour, ghost
tour, and just wandering aimlessly around the city that yes, the bottom
of my jeans would become pretty dirty. I sat on the bus heading back
to the airport when I glanced down and noticed the dry dirt and little
bit of mud on the bottom of my jeans and exclaimed loudly, 'Oh my god,
my pants are so dirty!'



Mia, my token British friend, began to laugh as about half the bus
turned and looked at me. Really didn't think my jeans would be such an
interest to everyone on the bus, so I just smiled sheepishly and looked
out the window. When you're really embarrassed things outside the
window become really interesting...Oh wow, check out that lamp post!



'My pants really are dirty! Look!' Mia started laughing again before
she looked at me and told me that here pants mean underwear. I
basically told everyone on the bus that I have dirty underwear.



Rosie Billings, making friends where ever she goes....