Another normal party, sort of

Being an Erasmus student means partying a lot. Well now you think, HMMM I have herd that before. Truth to be told, yes, you did. The think is I just wanted to make an emphasis on it again.

So one day, better to say evening probably, somehow the people gathered in my room AGAIN. I do not know why, but it always have to be mine or Hanne's room, which is practically the same, because we live in one Cell:)/AN: everyone found it really funny, when I told them it is called cell in Slovakia...Especially after I showed them pictures of the dorms HOPA:))))./ So again I had about 10 people in my teeny tiny room, meaning they were sitting everywhere, including my table, night table, chairs, bed and of course floor. The finish guys were still in their Jagermeister phase, which to be honest meant only, that they got sloshed as often as possible drinking only and exclusively this shit.

They tried to persuade everyone, how great and tasty it is. OK, of course I tried it, who could resist the puppy eyes they were both giving me:) But to be honest it was bad. Awful even. So on this special evening we found out, that you are not supposed to look Finish people directly to eyes, because it makes them uncomfortable. Sami even admitted it was quite bad for him in the beginning, when the strange Slovak girls were trying to make a conversation, because we were evading his personal space. His words, not mine:). After this big confession started chaos. The finish guys were feeling rather uncomfortable, because everyone tried to stare directly into their eyes. The room was filled with: "Do not stare at me.", "I am not staring, you are imaginating things!!!", "You are doing it again!","No I am not...." I think you can imagine the routine by now:)

One important thing we found out though is, that Sami has eyes like a Siberian Husky. I do not have to tell you, he wasn't really happy about our revelation:)

Then I noticed, that one Scottish girl is absorbed by looking at Sami and Pekka. After a while she asked them really sincerely, what they are drinking. They answered proudly:"Jagermeister!!" and held their bottles closer to them. /Yes, you read right, each of them had his own... Well guys and their bottles:)))))))))/ She thought for a bit and then asked: "Are you going to die from this stuff?" I have to tell you, she did it in a really innocent way. Just a comment, she isn't innocent at all:). So the guys were thinking, and then Sami answered: " I hope I will live till I finish the bottle." To which Rhona/Scottish girl/ said: "What a pity."

/This is Rhona:)/

After another couple of minutes, which Sami spent in total solitude, he said: "Death from Jagermeister. How cool is that."

Disco WHAT???

Our Business ethics teacher is teaching social dancing as well. SO one day we somehow managed to persuade the guys with our peacefull ways*devil laugh*

But anyway after like two hours of whining and complaining they were coming. We came there quite tired, the way took around 45 minutes and when we saw the teenage faces it was almost too much. Thank god we were standing in the doors, otherway the guys would escape. Well what a girl must do a girl must do * sigh*

Because the way you dance, I mean a pair dances, depends mostly on the male, and let me tell you they do not teach social dancing in Finnland or Scotland, we pretty much sucked. I think it is enough to say, the name of the dance was disco fox. Well bad choice for the first time, Mr. Reese. It was fast, it was fun, but to be honest, we looked more loke maniacs of some kind than gracious dancers:))))))

Because I have had some dancing lessons and Anna as well, we tried to help the third international couple...well international aka finish:)))) We were trying to teach the Finn at least the basic steps, to which Ulla, his gracious and kind *cough cough* partner said: "Pekka I am sorry, this will never work, you dance like a troll." After this Pekka, the poor thing, was confused, and the two other guys were sitting on the floor laughing.

I lookied at him trying really hard not to smile and told him, he wasn't that bad. He looked at me sadly and told me: "You are just being polite." To which I could only reply: "Well, ....yes:)."

After the lessons we went to a little irish pub and got us some beers. Like I told you before, I actually drink beer here. We started some small talk about alcohol. *HEY we are erazmus people:)))))* We told them that we/in SVK/ sometimes drink red wine and coke, after which they looked at us really strangely. And told us: "Slovak girls you are really strange:)." After a while, we were talking about eating habits of the Finish guys. They eat Tuna fish and sausage and Salami and drink milk with it. Well I call THAT strange:). But different country, different habits. Like my Scottish friends say : "Whatever rocks your boat, duuude:)))))"

Rostock...YES! It is bigger than Wismar:)

On one nice and sunny Saturday/Oh I miss them SO MUCH!!!! - the sunny days:)/ we decided to visit some other town than our beloved CITY of Wismar. We were supposed to go only 5, but in the end we were 14. I know 14 isn't TOO much, but imagine you have to wait for 5 minutes for everybody. So in the end we almost didn't catch the train. Also me and Anna/my perfect and beloved Slovak friend - this sentence is to give her my best regards for everything:))))))/ were the only ones speaking english and german. I do not mean english OR german either. There were some russian who spoke only German, which didn't help the Finish people much, cause they speak ONLY english and swedish...But obviously that language isn't helping them much in this Godforsaken country:)))))))

It took us 20 minutes to use a ticket maschine in a train. Well Geniuses:)))))) What more is there to say. Fortunatelly after coming to Rostock,the target of our travel, the finish girls decided it is time for shopping and they do not care for sights anyway.

So we were stuck at 9 people, which is pretty tough to manage through the town. But we managed pretty nicely, OK we managed somehow:)...

What we saw, some churches...really nice - AN/people reading fanfiction know/Hi Veron:)/ it means author note:)))))))))))))/ I really like churches - then the main square, some old buildings, important fountain - do not remember why really and Art university....

The Art university....We met a German guy, who took some of our pictures, told us to go there, that it is really really nice...SO we were looking for it for 45 minutes...AND the results were a LITTLE dissapointing...But well at least we found it. This is it:) Really nice:)

Then we left the russians, well looking at boats for 40 minutes isn't really my idea of fun...Soooo we went shopping...But only for a while, we bought like Anna calls them motivational stuff:) And went home satisfied and happy:)

Names, names, names

If you have never heard anything about erazmus and/or exchange students let me tell you one thing. They party A LOT!!!n I think whomever you meet and he was an erazmus student, he will confirm this. So we felt it was our duty to have a party. Like we feel this duty more times a week, but this isn't what I wanted to say.

So this party was held at mine place/to be more exact my flatmate room- mine is a lot smaller-it would be a little uncomfortable for 15 - 20 people/. We always have neverending discussions about what we will listen to during the evening. Well that is what you get when you are friends with finish hard rock/metal fans and finish Hanson/Backstreet boys girlfans.

Just a quick offtopic note: Hanson still exist. They are now an ALTERNATIVE group, or at least they think so. Can't really tell you, have all this information from Ulla, who was crashed that the last of them - just do not ask me for names, please:))) - got married. She really REALLY likes them. End of the note...

So at this time, we still didn't know much about each other...Well they didn't, not everyone has a perfect memory for these things like the author of this nonsense. We started to speak about names and stuff, when my roommate started to laugh pretty hard. She was lying on the floor, panting, laughing and crying for 2-3 minutes. When she calmed dowb, she explained to us/not finish people/ that name Rhona or at least some version of it means a horse in finish. Well a horse without balls. She wasn't even able to say it in one time. Honestly it was pretty funny, I still cannot decide what was better, Rhona's face, Hanne laughing at floor or the meaning of the name:). Then I was told that my name actually means abscissa/úsečka:)/ which was also quite funny for everyone, I do not know why.

And one more name story. We have another scottish girl, whose name is Kirsten. Obviously some of the finish friends were having difficulties with pronouncing her name. It was quite funny - sorry Kirst- especially for Rhona/remember the horse incident?:))))/ She was quite frustrated after a while of ther bad pronounciation, which got her to a state when she told us: "Just call me Bob:)"

I do not think I have to tell you, that we did.... For over than a week...:)))) Once again Sorry Kirst:)

SUPERNICE!

Let me tell you something about our school. It is definitely a boyschool. That means it has much more boys than girls. You would say WOW!!! That is because it has subjects like informatics and maschinenbau/do not know how to translate/ and architecture. So it is obvious there are many many boys. And the consequence of having many many boys is having at least some quite boys:))))))). Well like one of the finish girls said:"Are you crazy, just look at them, I like each and everyone." :))))

It is probably only fair to say, that not ALL of them but many are handsome. So when the days were nice, we used to sit on the campus grounds and chat during the lunchbreak. Well we mostly sat there to be able to check out the boys *looking innocently around and whistling*. So one day we were sitting there again and drinking coffee and eating bisquits, when one our friend started to have a philosophical debate with herself, why the german boys do not want her.

I think it is important to say, she really is a sweet girl, quite good looking as well. She said: "I am not nice...." To which we started to object of course, you know the usual stuff like, But you aren nice...and bla bla bla...When she stopped us and continued her sentence, which we interrupted: " I am SUPERNICE!!!!" I think she wasn't really happy, when she saw us laughing really really hard:).

It wouldn't work out anyway...

So finally after a few days we managed to have a nice international party in a club called Block 17. To give you some insider information the block mostly plays alternative and maybe harder music, but you can sit there and have a conversation.

That is the reason we decided to go there. The club had some kind of discount on beer, so I was drinking it. I am living on a budget after all:) And I found out that you can actually get used to beer, the only problem is that it takes a lot of time. Also one guy from Tunisia was so I got a chance to improve my German skills. Or maybe I should say Lack of my German skills. Anyway after 25 minutes of talking with him, he did some kind of budha test/asking me what kind of animals I like, and colours and blah blah blah/ and after that he told me we are perfectly similar to each other and winked at me... I was like OK, you know the best and got lost in the crowd:) When I met him a few minutes later he asked, what was my religion. After my answer he told me sadly: " You know what, I think our relationship wouldn't work, we are too different, I am sorry." I think I do not have to say you I was crestfallen:).

When I joined the international group there was a conversation led only in German. Which was a little strange, because only me and Anna/Slovak girl:)/ are fluent in German. So imagine 6 people shouting at each other German phrases like Was sagen sie? Wie geht es dir? and so on. And I mean SHOUTING really loud. There were many Germans looking at what is happening and why the strange people are speaking with so horrible accents. I got to know many Germans that night, which was a good thing after all.

But in the end of the night came a cold shower. I was talking with a Scottish girl and some Germans about accents. They were asking the Scottish girl what she thinks about their accents. Whether they are more British or American. The answer wasn't really what they expected. She looked at them and started laughing really hard. After a while she told them: " You have so nice German accents." They weren't really happy with that answer. So I asked her what was my accent like, because usually people tell me I have an American one. And she told me, she had to think first and then she told me: " Your accent is really..... hmmm how to say it.... Slovakian:)."

Let me just advice you, never ask a native speaker about your accent. You may not like the answer:).

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Coffee - the wonderful sometimes black liquid

Coffee is something I do not need, but like to have. Possibly everyday, most preferably with sugar/tons and tons of sugar, people who saw me drinking coffee, would understand;)-right Veron:)?/ and a lot of milk.

That is why Ibought a boling can in the first days of my stay in Wismar. Usually everyafternoon or sometimes evening as well, my friends come and we have coffee/tea together. We have a little Slovak/Bulgarian coffee team;) Well we had this group, now we added a third nationality. Right my beloved Finish:)

I was talking to my cell mate /no prison cell, but cell as a flat, we use this name in SVK pretty often/, who is Finish, and some of the finish girls as well. When my friends came, and told me: "We are here, we can have the coffee." All of the finish girls looked at me like I am an Angel from above. I didn't get it first.

But after a few seconds they asked: "Do you have coffee???" I answered, that I did and asked if they wanted some. They almost shouted: "YES!!!!"

So I got them thir cup and put some instant coffee in, when they asked me, what the hell I was doing. I answered:"Coffee." They were looking at me like I was from Mars. I didn't know what I was doing wrong. I looked at Anka/Slovak girl/ and she was mouthing: "I have no idea...."

They told me: " We have never seen anyone doing coffee like that. We always use coffee makers." Well they didn't even know, it is possible to make the coffee with boiling water from the pot;) Afterall Finland is a developed country.

After finishing the coffee my cell mate;) told me: " Everyday I am here I learn something new;)." Before leaving one of the girls told: " Thanks for the coffee, you are an angel, coffee drinking, but still an angel;)"

German aren't precise at all

Our international department held this cultural workshop.

That's what what was written in the introductory email.When we came there, one woman was sitting on the floor. Do you remember the 70's children of flowers? Well that is exactly how she looked. Long hair, long skirt, no make up.

We started the usual way, telling names and countries. And then it started, she was asking us questions like: Where would you like to go, where have you already been, how many siblings do you have, religion, politics......

I didn't even paid any attention in the end because she was speaking so fast. When I looked at the finish guys, they had the dreamy faces, I just knew,they didn't know what was going on.

Another task was to write some stereotypes about Germany and Germans. I was in a group with half of the finish people, of course, with whom else;). We came up with some interesting ideas, for example, that Germany is famous for Claudia Schiffer and Schnappi, das kleine Krokodil. /And yes, we presented the Schnappi thing loudly for everybody to hear:)))), and it came out that not really that much people know the poor crocodile:)/.

The hippie lady told us, Germany isn't a nice country to live, that the people do not like foreigners, aren't precise at all and drink too much. And yes actually she was German.

But in the end the most important answer to the last question/what do you like the most about Germany/ was given by my friend: "Well. I really really like the handsome German guys."

What else is to say to this, maybe only: "Me too:)."

Project week

Finally the classes have started, well only the project week , but hey, anything is better than nothing. People who know me a little might be a little surprised, that I actually wanted to go school, however there is a limited number of things that you can do in the "city" of Wismar ;), so I was really impatient to go to classes.

So the main reason of the existence of the "Project Week" is for the people to start the semester nice and slow. The design and engineering students do projects, the others just sit at school. Well our project was to sit and listen to nice gentleman talking about English law, to be precise Anglo/American law.

Imagine a small room, with five/six rows of tables. In the first row all the finish girls, who understand English quite good, but they don't speak with the professor because they are busy with looking up words in the dictionary.

The second row is row we call: "Russia together", because only Russian girls sat there. It is only fair to tell, that the name was their own expression:). They are pretty fluent and do not need dictionaries, so they have time to answer. Unfortunately the answer wass usually wrong. Like the professor said: " Russian law system must be the best one in the world, if everything is going like you said." I think I do not have to say that this haven't discouraged them at all from shouting more "correct" answers:)

The third row, well Bulgarian girls and Slovakia:), Bulgarians do not think it is important to listen to professor, so they spent most of the time daydreaming. And we, let just say, I really really do not like interactive lessons. On the other hand teachers just LOVE them.

Last but not in any aspect least, our GUYS:) The two finish guys, spent the lessons playing some kind of game/they tried to explain it to me, but trust me a game that took 3 years of lectures to develop is pretty complex and hard to understand:)/

And our fantastic Polish guy. I would like to tell you something more, but the only words he says to me are Hellos. So maybe I will give you an update of the situation soon.

The classes of the law were usually pretty boring, unless we were solving a case. That was nice, and I actually discussed it with the professor. Not that I really wanted to, cause actually I didn't. But someone had to and I was bored waiting for the other people to say something. It is not really funny to sit in a silent class when the professor is looking around for his next answer victim:).

My friend told me: "Although we didn't really like the law, we had a lesson called "From boredom to asertivity:)".

Cooking can be sometimes fun

On Monday afternoon/evening we had planned a special event. We were supposed to go to an international dinner.

Cause we have had something else to do, we were a little late, so we had to take a shorter way across some "better" neighbourhood. Although I had a map, I still wasn't sure if we are taking the right way. Especially when I saw a group of 20 people sitting on some benches and talking to each other. We started to wonder whether that is some kind of birthday party or a barbecue night, when a young girl asked us, what were we looking for. After this she was so nice and informed us that actually was the "dinner thing", but they weren't expecting us at all.

In fact we were the first to arrive, the other got lost, as we found out later. So we talked to the girl a little and she told us the are so HAPPY to have us and after this she started running excitedly around the front garden and shouting for all the others to welcome " the new people:)"

Thanks God, after this came our friends and we were at least sure that we are on the right place. After a few minutes of sitting on the benches with the other students and kids, during which we were told, they were a student organization meeting from time to time/my friend whispered to my ear: " Damn, I thought they were scientologists:)"/, they told us: "So lets cook!"

From the looks on the faces of all the international students/I am sure I had the same/ I saw one word screaming. "WHAT???" The thing our coordinator forgot to tell us when inviting us to the dinner was that we would have to cook it ourselves.
Overcoming the initial shock we chose Mexican cuisine over Jewish and started to make all the sauces and soups and tortillas. And a banana chocolate dessert.;) It was a pretty hard job, because all the recipes were in German, and there were only

I do not have to tell you it was great fun, especially when a Bulgarian girl was stirring meat on the stove and after 10 minutes she asked, why nothing is happening with it. Well, you have to turn on the stove first, sweetie:). Or when a Swedish girl asked: "How much of the spice is supposed to be in the sauce?" And after the answer came only: "ooooops"

So after three hours and half, everything was cooked and we could finally eat. Lets just say, we were hungry enough not to care about little spice mistakes:). AND now I know how make tortillas:))))

One latte is never enough or a trip to the beach

On friday night we met a german guy, a friend of one of my friends:) And he wanted to show us around, so he took us to Wallmart. :)

Well to be fair, we asked him to:) After a shopping spree we went to a beach, on an island called Insel Poel, which is actually about 15 km far from town. To be honest, I didn't expect the beach to be that beautiful. Northern beaches have their own charm. Not crowded, usually quite clean. The northern beaches have kind of a rough look, I always imagine some Northmen/means Viking - I didn't know it myself:)/ standing there looking out at the sea, thinking about next journey. But anyway, we walked a little around the beach, which reminds me, it is not a good thing to walk on the beach in sneakers.

We decided to meet on Sunday and go somewhere. Actually we were going to a beach again, but a nicer one in the words of the German guy. When he came to meet us in the sunday morning, he was with his two friends. I was like: "OK, some new faces, and male ones". I looked at my friends and I knew perfectly, that they were thinking the same.

Because we planed to be outside for a whole day, we stopped by for a coffee. Actually I had a HUGE ice cream thing, but I am never going to do it again, because replace lunch by an ice cream is a really really stupid idea. Trust me, I know what I am talking about, but nevertheless the icecream was really good:) One thing surprised me though. It is not very common for a guy to pick his coffee for 15 minutes and then to decide to have a " Big caffee latte machciatto with almond sirup, touch of milk and cream on the top, thank you very much." Lets just say it took the waitress whole 3 minutes to write that correctly on her notepad. I know, because the second guy was tracking the time:).

After the ice feast we set out on the way to visit the ancient monastery. It took us another 1 hour in car, which was spent answering questions like: " Do you really hate Hungarians, Do you really have that many gypsies?.... /I think you get the picture:)/

After seeing the church, which was really pretty by the way:), it was time for another coffee. I asked: " Another latte?" To which my friend told me: "One latte is never enough." Just for the record, I didn't get another ice cream, although I considered it really much.

On the way back, we were talking about situation of homosexuals in Slovakia and our friend told us, that the two guy were gays as well, which shocked me, because I would have never said it about them. After a whileseconds the bulgarian girl remarked: "This should be explaining the coffee thing, I guess."

It's black. RUN!!!!!!!

Hochschule WismarUniversity of Technology, Business and Design is quite a well known school for it fabulous and quite new after the fall of iron curtain design and machine labs and also for its Super smart professors:)

What is also known about this learning facility is that they have a pretty positive relationship to sports. They have a nice hall with a little fitness centre and a running oval as well.

As the "newcomers" we were kindly invited to come and see. Actually if something is called Sports and Fun, do not go there. Trust me it is bad:)

So in the morning a bigger part of the international group gathered in front of this sport thing and waited for what was to come.

Me personally I expected something like introduction and some information about classes, but when I saw a determined old/he told us he was 74 later, much later/ man, I knew how wrong I was.

I like to be always prepared, so I had my sneakers and T shirt with me, but there were some girls in jeans only. But this didn't stop the old guy. As he told us, you can sport anywhere, anytime, in anything. Well, he knows, after all he is 74:)

He had a special 2 hours prepared for us. We started playing these games, I know from kindergarten. Like jumping with a jumping rope, climbing and making ape carts... I am sure you can imagine. But the best point of the day was playing black and white. He had this little circle, one side black, one side white. He divided us into two groups, one black, one white. Then he did his little speech, like it was really important to catch the other..../bla bla bla/ and then threw the thing into air. And then the people whose colour was the colour on the top had to chase the others. Real fun, of course, no one really remembered which group he was in, or even better which group the others were in, so we were chasing everyone:)

After this wonderful hour of "fun" we could actually do what we wanted. But I have a piece of advice, if you ever see a guy, old one, with a determined look on his face, RUN... And hide well.

PS: I lied, the best part of the day was seeing a Russian girl play volleyball in high shoes and a skirt:)

Some people just do not want to get helped

As you already know I am a chitty-chatty person. And I also know, how does it feel, when you are the "new kid" an nobody wants to talk to you. Of course, sometimes they are even scared to start the conversation first. I can totally understand them and that is why I have no problem to come to someone and introduce myself.

This happened with some Russian girls as well. They were five, so they didn't need my "Help:)"
But I was a little bored, and people from foreign countries fascinate me, so I made my friend to go with me. I came with a smile and introduce myself and my friend.

After a few minutes of conversation, let just say after 3:), I realized something is wrong. They weren't really listening to me. You know when someone is pretending to listen to you. But they weren't even doing that. They were annoyed, which surprised me, but Hey at least I tried.

When I was sitting safely at my room, I found an article about homeless people refusing to move to a better place. The headline of this article was: "Some people just do not want to get helped."

Sometimes it's just that.

How I realized I am too old...

On the fisrt Saturday we had a party at a local student disco club called Mensakeller, whatever that means. It is a nice place, two stages, three or four bars - am not so sure, nice security guys-aren't they always?- and most importantly many many german students:)

Most of my time there was spent talking with my new schoolmates and some of the Germans. I just love learning about new countries, exotic ones, at least for me, like Brazil or Panama. But anyway I was sitting at a table and having a nice and pleasant conversation, when out of nowhere another foreign student appeared. I will state his normal name, just because I think he will never ever read this, the main reason is he can't speak english, the second reason even if he read this he would probably be proud of himself:)

So This Arkadiusz:), right from Poland:), started a nice german/english-he knew some words like Love and all the rude ones:)/slovak/polish conversation. During the 15 minutes we were talking to each other he managed to insult my German pronounciation and grammar - it is only fair to say, that he was right in 95%,but he also managed to tell me how beautiful I was, inteligent ...........(put as much positive adjectives as possible). Then came the BIG question.

He asked me how old I was. I didn't exactly get why was it that important to him, but I am not ashamed of my age in any way, so I told him the truth. He looked a me with horror and fright on his face and told me: "I am sorry, I have something to do."

I told this story to a friend of mine and she started to laugh really hard. I looked blank at her and she told me: " At least he didn't shouted: 'How OLD are YOU????'"

Then I realized the truth, I am not so young anymore. Better to say, for some people I am too old to be considered a possible night fling:).

Thanks God for that:)

The importance of being an international student

After two days I realized, that being an international student is a really hard job in Wismar. We had to do so many things, we even had to meet a mayor of the city in the townhall. He was really nice, telling us about the history of the town - I started to call Wismar its right name - Town, not a city:) - and some other information, which I didn't exactly listened to.

We could and of course did visit many sports and cultural facilities, we had a city tour, which was supposed to be interactive in way, but in the end resulted in copying the answers of the tests from some more hard-working students, which were actually in the minority(understand only two).

The Stadtfuhrung:) was actually pretty fun, with all the english speaking people trying to read german text, and on the other hand I pretty enjoy old citycenters. Sorry towncenters:). And churches, and townhalls and monasteries and parks and fountains and all other old things:)In the end of the tour we visited St.-Nikolai-Kirche and climbed 93 steps of a spiral-staircase, which was pretty challenging for us, but the view of the city was well worth it.

Although a friend of mine said:"I am never going to enter a single church again." Like I said before, being an international student in Wismar is a pretty hard job:).

Sometimes things look better in the morning

My grandmother has always told me, that everything looked better in the morning sun. So when I woke up the following morning and saw the shining sun, I made a promise to myself that no matter what I WILL ENJOY the semester in the beautiful city:) of Wismar.

The fisrt days we went through the formalities, city tour and library tour and actually through introducing everybody.

I am an extrovert person. I would even say SUPERextrovert. I love talking to people and I love actually listening to people as well. That is why I was surprised, there weren't many people who were as talkative and social as I and my other friend from Slovakia.

Of course we talked to many of them in the end and found us some aquitances. I can't say friends, because I do not know them that good yet.

" What have you gotten yourself into again, Jane?"

I have wanted to become an Erasmus student from the moment I entered the door of my university. I loved the idea of living in a different contry from mine.

I have spent last few months after my acceptation to this program imagining how it is going to be. The school, new people, new possible love interests maybe .

So full of expectations I joined a fellow Erazmus student and her dad on our journey to the beautiful city of Wismar.

Altough city is a little exagerating for a town with a population of 46 000 inhabitants . The journey took 12 hours, which were filled with speculations about the city. I am still calling it this name, even when for me city means something totally different.

First pleasant surprise was, when noone was waiting for us at the dorms, but that wasn't so big problem afterall we are big girls already. I actualy had to speak German, which should't have been a problem, but as you may assume, of course was. With a mixture of Greman, English and some more languages we finally got the rooms and could carry our HUGE luggages up to the 3 floor.

After this delightful excercise we said goodbye to my friends dad and decided to go for a short walk. By short I meant walk for like 20 minutes, but of course we got lost, so we came home-understand dorms:)- after 3 hours.

In the end of the day I was sitting on my bed and thinkig: " What have you gotten yourself into again, Jane?"