I haven’t gotten anything done in the last 3 weeks, so it’s now time to seriously get down to work on papers for all of my classes which need to be turned in in the very near future. Many hours at the library and in front of the computer. Liz and I are going to see a concert in Wiesbaden on Saturday and I’m looking forward to that. The following Friday the Tour de France stage ends for the day in Karlsruhe and I have a friend studying there so it would be awesome if I can manage to go see that. And then there are one or two trips in the works, but probably not for a couple weeks because I need to get caught up on the school stuff. Oh well, plenty to look forward to. I leave Germany in less than 4 weeks; I can’t believe that. Has it really been 10 months already? I guess so.

I haven’t shared any crazy German(y) stories here for a while, but this one deserved to be told. Yesterday Dave and I were walking around in town heading from the main train station (a pretty bad part of town, and the red light district) to the Zeil, the main shopping and downtown area (a nice upscale area). Just before we got to the Zeil we saw some guy sort of limping/running on the other side of the street. He ran up to an expensive car with two well dressed men in it, one driving and the other getting into the passenger side with the door open. The limping guy started stabbing the man getting into the car with a knife so he took off down the street to get away and the dude with the knife disappeared. The driver got out to figure out where his friend had gone to but the whole time he looked totally nonchallant about the whole thing, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. When the passenger came back you could see the knife wounds bleeding all over his back and shoulders.

This definitely takes the cake as far as knife fights. The one we saw in the train station months ago doesn’t even compare. It was almost like a Turkish mafia hit, by the dreaded cripple or something. Frankfurt’s full of excitement, as always.

I don’t think I ever really appreciated the heat enough in Houston. Sure it gets hot, but for 3 months of the year we stay inside in the over-airconditioned houses and buildings. Rarely do we have to actually deal with the heat from morning to night. In other parts of the US and the world that is not the case. Such as Germany. I swear that the only place in town that is airconditioned to Houston standards is the Peek & Cloppburg department store. I’m tempted to spend all day “shopping” in that one store because that’s the only way to not feel like I’m melting. So basically, I hate hot weather, and no longer think it is tolerable. And I wish I were back in the most airconditioned city in the world; Houston.

Aside from the lousy weather, things are going quite well in Frankfurt these days. Last weekend I went to Erfurt for a couple days. An old east German city that suffered very little damage in the war, I’ve wanted to visit it for a long time. So I was excited to have a chance to go, but because of the timing with other stuff going on I didn’t actually see much of the city. The only time I spent walking around in Erfurt was after midnight so it was dark, and there was a huge festival going on all weekend so even then mostly all you could see were people and food stands. A little disappointing, but the weekend was a blast getting to see all the other German-American club students for probably the last time.

I feel like I haven’t gone to class a whole lot in the last couple weeks, and it’s probably true. But I need to get in gear to start writing papers like crazy because they’re all going to be due around the beginning of July, and that’s coming right up. Ok, I’m going now to make french toast for brunch. But when I think about how hot it is that becomes much less appealing. Maybe I’ll have watermelon instead.

The last few weeks have been pretty busy, or so it seems. I was in Prague for a few days and now have a new understanding and appreciation/hatred for the obnoxious American tourist. But the city is fascinating in a way that only Prague can be, and I made it to the airport in time for my flight despite the crazy hail storm and the non-functional transportation. This last weekend I went to another German-American Clubs seminar, this time in Tübingen. That is perhaps the quintecential German city. Tübingen is a small historical university town with a peaceful river on which there are gondolas, in one of the greenest and prettiest parts of Germany. Seems like a wonderful place to study for a year; I’m jealous of the kid who was placed there.

The best news I’ve had in a while was finding out that while I was in Prague that the parents of the Moroccan guy next door moved out and went back to Morocco. Apparently they were on a two month vacation…in Frankfurt… But that means the floor no longer smells constantly of onions and there’s no slamming of doors all day and all night long.

I promise I am going to get a haircut tomorrow. It’s long overdue. And I also promise I’m going to get started on some of the million papers and presentations I need to do. Right. I’ll try to put up pictures of various things soon, but that’ll only work if I’m able to log in which seems to be impossible more often than not.