Back at the internet cafe...

I slept late, since I had been sleeping on a floor for a couple of days... My room is so cute. I'm staying in this ancient (i.e. since the 15th century) hotel thing, and I have a little single room with yellow walls and white linens and it's charming. The patron lady is a little strange, though. She was trying to tell me something about platonic love and a U with an umlaut. I was lost.

So then I went shopping this morning... whoo, buddy. I went to this liquor store, thinking I'd pick up a bottle of wine to bring to Simon as a host gift... and ended up spending like €60. I tasted a whole bunch of schaps.... Maybe some of the liquor will make it home. I got a bottle of the local white wine (which I later tried with my dinner... it's good. It's very clean and fresh), a bottle of a red wine liqeur, which was so interesting I couldn't pass it up (I knew they made schnaps out of anything... I have had mead, after all.... but this was really good and strange to boot.), and I got a little bottle of thyme schnaps, which is supposed to aid in thinking as well as digesting, and some little bottles of chocolate and white chocolate liqueur (which spelling do you like better? I'm not sure), and two boxes of Mozart Kugeln, which are these little balls of pistaschio paste inside hazelnut paste inside marzipan covered in choclate. They rule. Then I walked around some, then I went to H&M because I needed socks and ended up buying a couple of things. I tried to go and tour the salt mines, but I barely missed the last train. Suck. I did something... I'm not sure what... I wanted to go to a movie, but instead I fell asleep reading at my place. That's okay.

I woke up, and went out to get myself some dinner, and ran into the American law students I met yesterday. But then some lady asked if anyone spoke both English and German, because she was having a problem at her hotel, so I went to help her out, and my law students disappeared in the meantime. On my way into the hotel, however, I slipped down the stairs and injured myself pretty soundly, including but not limited to skinning my elbows and hitting my already aching sunburned back. Note to self: do not wear these flip-flops after it rains.

I took myself out to dinner at an italian place, where I had yummy pizza and a glass of wine, helped translate the menu for a nice Californian couple sitting near me, and observed the really hilarious waiter for a while. I am now checking my e-mail and I might go to the nearby Irish pub before I retire and get ready for my flight to London in the morning. Heh.

I've had an interesting experience linguistically, I guess. The bitch that works at the internet cafe during the day insists on speaking to me in English, but other people don't persist in speaking English to me if I repeatedly answer them in German. I had a very long conversation with the liquor store guy about this, and he says it's often just easier, because people generally don't speak as much German as I do even when they are familiar with it as a foreign language. And a lady later also addressed me in English once after I said 'Gruß Gott' to her, and I asked her if it was so easy to tell I was an English speaker after one word, and she told me the Rs of English speakers are nearly a dead give away. The dudes at the hostel in Munich tell me my accent is quite good. Heh, and the night guy here at the internet cafe told me that my English was quite good, and then corrected himself... 'Deutsch, Deutsch!' but I laughed and told him that I spoke English pretty well, also.

 
Bwoah. Blogger looks completely different right now. The computer is huge.

I'm in Salzburg at an internet cafe. It is the first of my alone time. I already broke down and hung out with some Americans for a little while that I saw at the cafe next to my hotel, because I was kinda lonely and I heard English. It's raining. Salzburg is beautiful. Maybe I'll live here.... There's a Berlitz school in the city center. Could be good. I have that feeling about everywhere I visit and everywhere I don't visit. I swear.

I can do whatever I want tomorrow. I don't know what that is yet, but i'll figure it out.

Oh, I also met a very nice couple in the park as I was falling asleep on a bench. They live half the year in Lakeland, FL, and half the year in Salzburg. The dude is originally from Budapest; she's from Salzburg. They wore matching outfits. I know all about their grandson who is about my age. :)

 
So, I wandered around the English garden, wrote a bit, and got sunburned.

Unfortunately, this internet cafe does not have Microsoft Office or really any word processors on its list of 'available products' or 'programs', if you will.

Thus, instead of typing up what I had written, I've been looking at websites for graduate school.

My time's about out.

Oh, did I mention that our hostel is really a big circus tent where we sleep on the floor with some blankets? Yeah. It was freeeeeeezing last night.

Good news, though--my math professor's going to let me take an oral exam instead of the written one. Score!

 
Whoof. My pals are heading down to the castles today, but since I've been there recently, I don't feel too bad about deciding to spend the day in Munich and finish my paper. I'm going to go and plop myself down in the English gardens (not in the nude sunbathing part) and write and chill. Then I'll call Lejla, and maybe we'll go out to lunch or something. It'll be super.

Tomorrow Salzburg, Thursday Vienna, Friday London!! So excited.

 
Yes, well, not so much "done with paper" as I am "already on vacation". I guess I'll have to beg out of travelling tomorrow to finish it. I also left Eichstätt with my paper half-typed on Anna's computer and didn't save it to disk. That's all right... I have the handwritten pages; I'll just have to retype them, and I won't have the corrections that Vincenzo made to it. He made me feel like total crap yesterday. I was feeling like I couldn't speak German at freaking ALL when he was criticizing my paper, which I didn't even ask him to do. Jerk. He just wanders into Anna's room and starts being mean to me. "That doesn't sound very German. A German would never write that." Yes, well, jerkface, I am really not a German. Grrr.

Anyway, forgetting about that and running around Munich. I'll be back!