Tuesday, 2006 May 16 6:01 AM CEST — Margetshöchheim, Bavaria GERMANY
I woke up again today just like any other day. I got to sleep in because the class that morning was for the Arts and Western Culture students. Our goal this day was to visit the city of Nürnberg. Mrs. Ostrander left us to go back to America this morning, but we were finally joined by Dr. Castleman and her son, Dayton, who was to be the new teacher of the Arts and Western Culture class. It seems now that our trips out to other cities are becoming a routine: we have lunch, visit the town's cathedral, maybe visit a museum, then utilise our free time to roam around the city either shopping or ordering a drink from a café while studying. Nürnberg was pretty much the case. We visited a cathedral, visited a castle and had our free time. I roamed around the city in search of an Internet café. I checked all of the places where someone would normally look for an Internet café. However, I could not find a café. Apparently, I turned down the wrong street. The street that I turned down happened to be the red-light district of this town as the building that I happened to be to my left happened to be a brothel. There were women hanging out of the windows enticing me to enter into the building to utilise their services. I responded with the traditional “Ich kann nicht gut Deutsch sprechen.” I sped up as I traversed to the end of the street.
I eventually found my desired Internet café. Unfortunately, I was unable to access the assignments and journal entries that I had stored on my jump drive. So, I spent seventeen minutes checking my e-mail and finances. I left the café and found the rest of the group at the rendezvous point half an hour early. We then visited the second church that day. After that, we visited a third church on the way to the train station where we had parked.
We returned to the compound. It was my turn to help prepare dinner. We ended up eating a delicious meal of spaghetti. However, this evening, it was Jonathan's birthday. So, some of the girls in our group presented him with some gifts that most of the people in the group had contributed. After dinner, we headed over to a restaurant across the street to get some beverages and to utilise some apparatuses. It was an absolute awesome time just enjoying the conversation of my travelling companions. We then headed back to the compound where we gathered in the parlour to converse among ourselves some more while we all studied or journalled.
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