And I'm home!!!!! Hello, Seal Beach!

My last picture in front of the Rathaus

I actually got home last night, but the past 24 hours have been such a whirlwind of catching up with family and friends that I haven't had time to sit down and write this until now.

Yesterday morning I got up around 7:30, had breakfast, finished clearing out and tidying up the bathroom, then took the train downtown one last time.  I went to St. Katharinen, which is the one main downtown church I'd never gotten around to visiting, and then walked past the St. Nikolai memorial.  This church was mostly destroyed during the bombing in WWII, but the tower spire was still standing so they took away the rubble and left the remaining church walls and the spire as a memorial.  (Apparently when it was completed in 1874, the modern Neo-Gothic spire was the tallest building in the world.  It held this record for two years until the restored Rouen cathedral tower in France passed it up.)  From there I walked back to the Rathausmarkt, said one last goodbye to the Rathaus and all the buildings around it, and then caught the train back to Georgi-Haus to finish packing up my stuff.

I finished cleaning out my cupboard and put all my leftover food in Indra's cupboard and fridge.  Then I packed my last apple and the last of my dried mango, sesame crackers, and chocolate in my lunch sack for snacks on the trip home.  Right then Cindy (my friend from Virginia) came upstairs to say goodbye, because I told her I was leaving at 11.  She came in my room and we were talking while I jammed the last of my stuff into my suitcase.  Then Kenneth arrived, and he and Cindy ended up sort of conversing while I ran around in circles shoving things into my backpacks and throwing away the last of my papers and other trash.  Cindy gave me a goodbye hug and left right then because she had packing-up stuff to do as well, and Kenneth helped me finish checking my room for any items that might be hiding.  When we were sure I had everything, we went downstairs and I took my room key to Herr Haberland, the housing manager, who went back up to the apartment with me to make sure everything was clean and in order.  He whistled when he saw how clean the bathroom was.  (I had wiped the shelves and sink, cleaned the shower and toilet, and even vacuumed the bath mat, so it looked spick-and-span!)

Once Herr Haberland had inspected my bedroom, bathroom, refrigerator, and cupboard, he told me I was good to go.  Kenneth and I took my suitcase and backpacks and walked to Saarlandstraße (for me it was the last time!).  It was easier than taking Petra's suitcases had been, but my bag was still heavy and I was sure it would be over the weight limit of 23 kg when I checked it in.  I was mentally preparing to shell out 50 euros extra to pay the overweight-luggage fee.  When I finally got to the ticket counter at the airport, the clerk printed my tickets for me and then asked me to put my bag on the conveyor belt.  I did, and she told me, "Thank you, that's all."

"Wait, that's it?  Is my bag over the weight limit?"  I asked.

"No, it's 22 kilos," she answered, "so you're fine."

I've already had it proven to me a thousand ways during the past five months, but this was just one more reminder that God is absolutely awesome!  I walked away from the ticket counter wanting to crack up.  "That's the praise report of the day!"  I told Kenneth.  "I was sure I was going to have to pay the overweight fee!"  He was like, "O-kay . . ."

At the security gate, we hugged goodbye and said, "See you in two days!  Have a nice flight!" because Kenneth is coming to Long Beach on Friday!  I'm so excited he (and also his friends Cynthia and Julia) will be at CSULB for fall semester--it will be great to hang out more and hopefully do some fun stuff in the L.A. area.  I promised Kenneth a trip to In-N-Out, since he introduced me to Jim Block.

Auf Wiedersehen, Hamburg . . .

Anyway, I went through security and got on my flight.  I had the window seat and it felt so weird as we were gaining altitude to look back and see Hamburg fading into the distance below me.  This was my home for five months, and I was sad to be going away from it.

The flight was quick.  I spent most of it reading Momo, the children's sci-fi book Indra gave to me as a parting gift.  (It's a really cute and interesting book, by the way.)  I saw the mouth of the Thames when we started to fly over England, and when we started coming down over London I saw all the bridges, skyscrapers, and the London Eye from really high up.  When we were circling to get low enough to land, I looked towards the north to see if I could see St. Albans, but there were so many fields and towns and rail lines that I didn't know where it was exactly and I couldn't spot it.

Really nice, smooth landing at Heathrow.  It took me a bit to get through the security lines, and I only had an hour between connecting flights, so I had to jam to get to my gate.  But the plane turned out to be one of those huge double-deckers that holds like 400 people, and the boarding line was a mile long, so I ended up being fine.  It took forever to board all the passengers, and then after that the electrical system on the plane had some kind of error and they had to shut off all the power and then reboot the system before they could leave the gate.  So our flight was delayed leaving almost an hour.

The flight was surprisingly good.  The plane was full, but nobody around me was noisy and the staff was friendly.  And they served us dinner and then had a few hours of "sleep time" where they closed all the window shades.  So the ten hours actually passed really quickly.  It only felt like four or five hours, to be honest.  I sat next to a guy on the plane who lives in L.A. but is Lebanese, and he had just spent the last couple of months visiting family in Beirut.  We had some nice conversations, and he was a really mellow seatmate and slept for quite a while, so that helped the time pass quickly too.  I watched Saving Mr. Banks and Noah on my seat-back video screen, and took a nap in between.  The dinner they served was the best airline food I've had so far--curry chicken and rice, with a bean salad and a yummy lemon torte.  And the post-sleep snack Go British Airways!

Unfortunately, my quick flight connection at Heathrow meant that my suitcase didn't make it onto the plane home.  So I waited at the baggage claim for like half an hour and then finally asked a staff member where my bag was, and she said it was still en route and it would come on another plane.  So I had to go to the British Airways counter and give them my address and a bag description so they could deliver it to my house when it came in.  At least they are going to deliver it rather than making me pick it up myself, but man, was it frustrating!  I knew Mom had probably waiting for me for almost two hours by then, and the line at the BA counter was so slow.

At long last I emerged into the pickup area.  It took me a few minutes to find Mom and my sisters because a China Airlines flight had just come in and the terminal was crowded.  Actually, they saw me first.  I spotted Emily's colored hair (right now she has it bleached to a sort of reddish-blond) and her arms waving, and then I saw Joanna and Mom.  They had been waiting for over an hour, but not quite as long as I had thought.  They'd checked the flight status and knew it was delayed, so they had arrived at the airport later.  It took everyone's frayed nerves a few minutes to settle.  But by the time we were home, we were all happy again.  I was surprised at how familiar everything felt.  It was like no time had passed at all.  I felt like I'd never left!  And even though I'd been sad to leave Hamburg, it was incredibly good to be home and to be with my family.  We had late-night cupcakes and a gift exchange since it was Joanna's 21st birthday!  When we finally went to bed it was super late.  But I was so happy as I got in bed.  To be honest, the past 24 hours I haven't missed Hamburg at all.  I love Hamburg, of course, but there's no place like home, as they say, and right now I'm perfectly content to be back in California now that I'm here.

Today has been fun!  Went swimming at the pool today, saw Shelly and Nora (my managers) and some of the lap swimmers, and met all the new lifeguards on staff.  This afternoon our friends Myles, Joe, Octavio, and Jason all came by our house, one after the other, so Emily could give them haircuts.  She got her cosmetology license this week!  Her state board test was on Monday and she passed, so now she's official!  Aunt Nadia also came by to say hi, and I called Grandma at the rest home to tell her I was back safe.  Family dinner, worship practice for Bible study, and family prayer time for the first time in five months!  I'm perfectly content to be a California girl again, at least for now.

Still a few last things to come on this blog.  Stay tuned . . .

The house under construction

Wanted to share this because it's been a small, but very cool, part of my semester here . . .

Hamburg is a very rapidly growing city, and one of the first things I noticed when I came here was all the huge building projects going on everywhere.  If you go up on top of the planetarium at the Stadtpark and look out across the city, you see big cranes sticking up all over the place.  Over the past five months, I've had a front-row seat to one of the many Hamburg construction projects: an apartment building has been going up just across the yard from my bedroom window.

I've been watching the progress on what will be the back side of the house.  When I first got here in February, the building only had two floors and there was a gigantic crane filling the sky outside.  Now, five months later, it's a complete apartment building with six floors, and although it's still not finished, it's been incredible watching it take shape over the semester.

And as I've watched it being built, looking out the kitchen window at it every morning while I'm reading my Bible and eating my cereal, I've developed a sort of fondness for this new building (even though the construction workers very often wake me up early with their power tools and their calling back and forth to each other), because I've started to see a connection between what is going on with that building and what is going on with my own life.

The earlier phases: adding the floors with the help
of a crane and building the walls

I always thought those "Life under construction--God isn't finished with me yet!" stickers were kind of silly, but the longer I watched this apartment coming together, the more I realized how true that concept is.  It takes a lot of time for us to become who God wants us to be, and the "construction project" isn't really complete until we get to heaven.  Our whole lives, from beginning to end, are a sort of "building" process, and each phase of life adds more pieces to the "building" so that it gets closer to becoming the complete structure it's supposed to be.  I feel like this semester in Hamburg was a major growth phase for me, both in who I am as a person and who I am as a follower of Christ.  I learned lots of practical skills--cooking, money management, printmaking, career preparation, a little bit of German--but I also grew spiritually for sure.  I saw God provide for me in ways I never could have expected or asked for, which proved to me even more than before that I can, and should, trust Him with everything--from the big, complicated stuff to the most trivial things.  I gained a fresh perspective on evangelism and on the basic vision and goal of a church body by being at City Light.  I also saw God put me in the paths of specific people at specific times, so that they could help me when I needed it or so that I could help them when they needed it.  And I learned a lot about generosity from the people I met--Anja said the other day when I told her about this that people in Europe generally just stay on their own program and don't interact with others much, but that wasn't my experience at all.  After meeting Ineke, Indra and her parents, and everybody at City Light, I've felt like I need to work harder at being generous to other people, especially with my time.  I saw this semester how much it can mean to somebody for you to just take time to hang out with them.

Anyway, I wish I could see the finished house, but like my own life, there are still more phases to come.  I asked Indra to send me a photo of it when it's all done.  I wonder what my "finished project" will look like when God is finally done with me . . . thankfully He's the builder, not me, so as long as I stay with Him I should turn out okay!

The later building phases: adding plaster and brick to
the outside.  I'm sure lots is going on inside too!

Today I wanted to go downtown for a final drawing day, but it didn't work out.  I had to go to Haspa to close my bank account, and it took me probably eight hours total to clear out my room and pack everything.  It was harder than I'd expected--I've got a lot more stuff now than I did when I came, and even though I'm leaving a lot of it (I'm giving Indra and Corina my leftover food and leaving a big bag of toiletries and other stuff for them to use if they need it), I still could barely make things fit.  Praise the Lord, my suitcase was JUST big enough for all my printmaking portfolios and my U2 poster . . . if they were any bigger they wouldn't have gone inside.  At something like 7:30, I made crêpes for dinner to use up my last egg and then I finally took a walk at 9.  I couldn't decide at first where to go, but I finally decided to do my route down the canal to the Alster and back one last time.  It was really humid today and there were a ton of people out because the night was so warm.  Felt soooo good to get out, and it was an absolutely beautiful evening, but the fact that this was my last time walking it made it kind of surreal.

Also ran to the post office and mailed off the portrait of the couple I met at St. Pauli.  I told them to pay me for it online once they receive it.  Hopefully it will meet with their approval!

Got to get to bed.  Tomorrow will be a long day!  Kenneth is coming at 11 to go with me to the airport.  My flight leaves at 2:20 pm Hamburg time.  I'll have about an hour-long layover in London, which gives me enough time to get through customs, and then comes the LOOOONG flight back to L.A.  I'll land at LAX around 7:30 California time.  Do the math . . . how many hours long does that make my day?  (If you can figure it out, you win the gold star!)  Anyhow, I've got to say I'm looking forward to heading home.  This apartment has gotten eerily quiet with Indra and Petra gone, and my room is so empty that it doesn't feel like home anymore.  I can't wait to be back with my family and to see everyone at church, at Bible study, and at the pool!

The last few farewells (I hope!)

Got up early this morning to see Petra off to the airport.  It was a good thing I went with her, because she had two rolling suitcases and a duffel, all of which were really heavy.  If she had gone to the airport alone, she would have had to get a taxi to the train station, because even with each of us rolling only one suitcase it took us forever to get to Saarlandstraße, and by the time we got there our hands almost had blisters from the friction of trying to support the weight while we were pulling the suitcases.  A couple of nice guys helped us carry them up the stairs at Saarlandstraße, which has no elevators.  After that it was easier because the Barmbek and Airport stations have elevators and escalators we could use, but it was still a big relief to turn them in at the baggage check-in!  Petra had to pay extra because the bags were over the 50-pound limit, but she didn't care.  She said she would rather pay more than try to transfer it all over to her carry-ons and have to drag the extra weight around.

Roomies!

I saw her off at the security line, just like I did for Indra.  I felt bad for not having a card for her though--I was going to make one yesterday and I just ran out of time.  I'll send her a nice love note in the mail once we are both back home.  This time it wasn't quite to say goodbye as it had been to say goodbye to Indra, mostly because I know Petra will have her family to go home to just like I will, and neither of us will have to stay in the same place and wait to see what new roommates will come in to replace old ones, like Indra will have to.  Or maybe now I'm just getting numb to all of it . . . on the train Petra said, "This is so weird.  It doesn't even seem real."  I agree--it doesn't seem possible for the semester to be over already.  But of course, none of this stuff can be helped.  All good things must come to an end, as the old saying goes, and right now this phase of good times is winding down.

It felt really odd to get back home.  It was around 8:30 so I had breakfast, put a load of laundry in the wash, and then took a nap since I was tired from lack of sleep the last couple of nights.  When I woke up I still felt the same--everything seemed odd.  The apartment just doesn't feel the same without Petra and Indra there.  It doesn't even seem like the same place anymore, and Hamburg doesn't feel like Hamburg anymore now that I've said goodbye to all the people I got to know.  In a way I want to spend tomorrow walking around and seeing all my favorite places one last time, but in another way I don't.  I don't think it will feel like it did before.  This city was my home for the past five months, but suddenly my whole routine, and my whole room, are so jumbled up that it doesn't feel like home now.  My mind is shifting gears back to California, and now that I'm basically on my own here, I'm more than ready to get on the plane and head back to my California home.  But Hamburg did feel like home while I lived here, and I can definitely think of it as a second home, one that I could come back to if the chance arose.

I spent the next four or so hours cleaning.  This past week it was my turn for kitchen duty, but I had slacked off a little bit and I hadn't swept and mopped the floor or taken out all the trash like I was supposed to do.  They divide the trash into four categories in Germany, by the way: Buntglas (glass containers), Altpapier (paper and cardboard), Verpackungen (plastic, foil, and other packaging), and Restmüll (everything else including kitchen waste).  So anyway, I did those things and I also cleaned out the fridge Petra and I shared.  I took out and washed the shelves and drawers and wiped out the inside (and found a moldy old knife at the back behind the shelf, eww).  Then I started organizing my food that I had left.  I took the things I knew I was done with and put them in Indra's cupboard (tea, spices, baking ingredients, etc.) for her to use.  She is going to inherit a lot of food from me when I finish going through my cupboard, because I ended up with a lot of pasta, rice, frozen veggies, and baking supplies that I wasn't able to use up.  At some point I took a quick lunch break and ate an apple and half a PB&J sandwich.

Next I tackled the bathroom.  I wiped off the shelves, the sink, and the faucet to get all the soap scum and dust off, and I vacuumed the floor and the bath mat.  I also cleaned the toilet and put shower cleaner in the shower.  At that point I had to stop in the middle of my cleaning, because Ninni (my Finnish friend from the Berlin weekend) and I had planned to meet at 4 to go to Hamburger Dom.  So I got my clothes out of the dryer, switched my bed linens over from the washer to the dryer, threw my stuff into my backpack and took off to catch the train to St. Pauli.

Today was a nice hot summer day, and the Dom was open and in full swing (quite the opposite of that day in April when it was cold and rainy and we tried to go to the spring Dom and found it closed!).  It is at Heiligengeistfeld, the same place where they had the public viewings for the World Cup.  Ninni and I just walked around and talked and looked at everything for maybe an hour and a half.  The Dom is definitely more reasonable than the California county fairs back home, because there is no admission fee and multiple entrances, and you can just walk onto the fairgrounds and hang out there if you want. And while the prices for food and rides aren't exactly cheap, they're not nearly as outrageous as the prices at American fairs.  The whole place is basically a giant maze of rides and food, just like American fairs, but I still noticed some small and interesting differences.  Because everything is of course German, the food and rides aren't identical to American ones.  For example, instead of Chicken Charlie's deep-fried bonanza, they have stands selling German doughnut-style baked goods, such as Berliners and Quarkbällchen.  Or instead of having Southern barbecue, they have traditional German fare like wurst and potato salad.  There were a lot of places selling crêpes, pretzels, Northern German fish sandwiches (like Fischbrötchen!), or candied fruit.  Some things were exactly the same as in America, though: ice cream and slushies, sweet popcorn, and (of course) cotton candy.  Also, some of the rides have German or Hamburg themes.  There were a few pirate- or harbor-related rides, and one with some of the Beatles' music.  I also saw a scary ride called "Tanz der Vampire," after the famous German musical Indra told me about.  And then there was the Wilde Maus, the roller coaster which I actually rode once upon a time at the Orange County Fair but didn't realize was German!

Ninni and I didn't ride any rides, not even the Ferris wheel, because we didn't want to pay for them, but I did buy a pretzel (because believe it or not, I never had one the whole time I was here and I decided it would be a crime to leave Germany without eating one) and Ninni bought two pickles.  We did two loops around the whole fairgrounds and then decided a salad sounded more appetizing than fair food, so we walked to the Variable restaurant (where we had gone the other time) and had salads.  We took our time and sat talking for a while after we had finished.  We talked about our semesters and what we were hoping to do when we go back home, and I also told Ninni about homeschooling and how it works (because in a lot of European countries homeschooling is not allowed).  Then we had to leave because a party arrived and they had reserved our table and the tables around us.  So we walked back through the fair and then down to Landungsbrücken, and we strolled along the wharf with all the ferries and restaurants for a bit.  When it got to be 9 o'clock, we went to the train station at Landungsbrücken because I needed to get home and finish organizing things.  We hugged goodbye (reluctantly) and finally parted ways.  I'll miss Ninni's smiling face!  She is really a neat person.  When I first met her I thought she was shy and serious, but actually she isn't shy, just mellow and sort of quiet, and she actually smiles and laughs a lot, especially once you get to know her a bit.  I wish we'd had more time to hang out this semester, but we were at different campuses so I think we were on two completely different programs as far as schedules and classes went.

Landungsbrücken

I have to say, between Tiina, Siru, and Ninni, I definitely want to visit Finland now!  If the majority of Finns are like those three, then I think I would really enjoy visiting their country.  I liked spending time with Tiina, Siru, and Ninni because they never got crazy or obnoxious, even if alcohol was present, and even when they complained it was generally a good-natured "oh well" sort of complaining.  I got a good impression of the Finns from them.

Anyway, my bed is still not made and I still haven't showered and my eyes are falling shut, so that's it from me for the moment.  Gute Nacht!

The hardest goodbyes

This morning when my alarm went off at 7, I woke up to another summer thunderstorm.  It was surreal, like one of those sad good-bye scenes in movies.  Indra was ready to go at 7:45.  I ate some cereal and we left at 8 for the airport.  Thankfully the rain had let up by then, and by the time we got to the airport the sun was coming out.  Indra helped me write a goodbye note in German for Martin and Ivanna's card.  I made cards for everybody at City Light last night, and most of them I wrote in English, but Martin and Ivanna still mostly speak German and I didn't have the know-how to say what I wanted to say.  With Indra's help, though, we got it done fast, and we finished just as the train was arriving at the airport.

Indra checked her bag and printed her boarding pass, but she was still so early that we had time to sit down and hang out for a bit.  (She believes in being at least two hours early whenever she travels because she doesn't want to take even a remote chance on missing a flight due to a slow train or something.)  We talked on a bench for probably 20 minutes, and then I realized it was already after 9 and I had to be at City Light by 9:45.  So we took one last picture of ourselves together (strategically located in front of the Hamburg announcement screen when Der König der Löwen was flashing by) and then I walked with her to the security line.

Then came the dreaded moment: saying goodbye to each other.  I gave her the farewell note I made her last night.  It wasn't colorful or super fancy--instead it was a paper airplane with little pen drawings on the outside and a note written inside (and a Kleenex tucked in too).  I had been trying to think of what to draw for a goodbye card, and nothing seemed to be meaningful enough.  But when I remembered the scene from Les Choristes the other night, I knew that a paper-airplane note would probably be more meaningful than even a card with green and gold and a forest fantasy scene would be.

When I gave it to Indra, she got all teary and then we hugged each other at least four times and stood there, with neither of us wanting to be the one to end it and walk away.  (I could just imagine Marni standing next to us watching the scene and saying, "Come on, ladies, quit prolonging the agony and just leave each other already!"  Marni has a strong aversion to prolonged and emotional goodbyes.)  I finally sent Indra off to the line to have her passport checked, but then she went through all the rows and had to go back past me again to get to the security line.  So I walked with her along the outside of the rope-belt-thingy, and then she started humming "Les Avions en Papier," which is from the paper-airplane scene.  I was like, "Oh no, stop, now you're going to make me cry too!"  We ended up hugging again across the access gate, and she said, "I'm going to miss you so much!"  I said, "I will too!" but finally I let go and said, "Okay, I won't prolong the agony anymore.  I'm going now."

Boy, it was hard to walk away though.  She looked so forlorn standing in the line with her blue shirt and green backpack.  I ended up peeking back over my shoulder and watching from far away until they opened another security line and she went through it with some other people.  I didn't exactly cry on my way back down to the train, but I felt like I had a big hole in my stomach.

I just missed the train leaving the airport and had to wait a while for it, and then at the next station (Ohlsdorf) I had to change to U1 to get to City Light and I just missed that train too.  So it was after 9:45 when I came winging into the building, and I only had a couple of minutes to get my ducks in a row and organize all my worship papers before the service started.

Praise the Lord, the worship went well though, and it was a really good service.  Joey talked today about the next step for City Light, because last week they finished talking about the vision and goals (the stuff I did the drawings for back in March) and next week they're starting the gospel of John.  He had us look at Ephesians 2:10 and was talking about how none of us ended up coming to Hamburg by accident.  God put each of us there for a specific purpose.  And I have no doubt that God had a reason for putting me in Germany, in Hamburg, in Georgi-Haus, in apartment 30 with Indra and Petra and everybody else.  I think Indra and I were both exactly what the other person needed this semester, even though we didn't realize we needed it at first.  We both needed somebody with whom we could be ourselves, somebody who shared our interests, somebody with whom we got along really well, somebody whom we could talk to at any time about pretty much anything, and we found that friend in each other.  I think only God could pair up two people so well, and I think that all the people I met this semester, from Indra to everyone at City Light, were not put there by coincidence.  God caused our paths to cross, because He has a plan.  I still don't know what the end result of my meeting each of these people will be, but I know God is at work!  Anyway, Joey had us spend the last half hour or so praying for each other and for the people we know who don't know God yet.

Everybody was so nice--they gave me a goodbye card and a book about 40 influential Christians in history, and Joey and Janos had me come up to the front and prayed for me.  I gave them the big goodbye card that I made.  It's bittersweet to be going home, because I'll really miss everyone at City Light.  They seriously have become a second church family to me, and I love all of them.  I've gotten so used to seeing them every week, and I think it will be weird at first to not see them on Sundays when I'm back in California.  But praise the Lord, we live in the era of Facebook and email, so we can stay in touch, and I'll be excited to hear what God does through City Light over the next few months and years!  Yesterday when I was in the Stadtpark, I had a really cool thought which I ended up sharing during worship this morning.

I had been walking and thinking about how different the park looks now from how it looked when I first got to Hamburg in February.  Back when Indra first took me on a walk there, it was cold and dreary, the trees and flowerbeds were bare, and there were hardly any people there at all.  When Indra had told me about everyone having barbecues and swimming in the summer, I hadn't been able to imagine it.  But then yesterday, there I was, walking through the Stadtpark in the middle of summer, and it was warm and sunny, and everything was green, and the flowerbeds were in full bloom, and the lawns and the See and the Naturbad and the Biergartens were full of people barbecuing, tanning, playing games, swimming, canoeing, listening to music, eating and drinking, etc.  The place which had looked so dead five months ago was now so alive.  I started thinking how Hamburg might be kind of like that, in a spiritual sense.  Right now, City Light is small, and even though Hamburg is a beautiful city on the outside, it's basically a spiritually dead city.  Everything is dormant, and right now it looks like growth and life can never happen.  But with time, as God goes to work, Hamburg can bloom and flourish into a spiritual summer and become full of life, just like the Stadtpark.  I pray that, as time passes, everyone at City Light will see God doing that work through their church!

Me, Ivanna, Rebecca, and Elaine

After the service we cleaned everything up and locked the building, and I said my final goodbyes to Joey & Rebecca, Martin & Ivanna, Benjamin, and the others.  They were all joking that I need to move to Hamburg, and then we wouldn't have to be sad about being far apart.  I gave goodbye cards to Joey & Rebecca and Martin & Ivanna.  Then Elaine, Kelly, and I went with Janos and Glorie (his 3-year-old daughter) in the car to Janos & Anja's house for lunch and hangout time.  (Kelly just got here last week from North Carolina.  She is doing a year-long nannying job for a family in the Hoheluftbrücke neighborhood, and she found City Light and decided it was a good church to go to while she is living here.  She's a year younger than Elaine and me, and she just finished her teaching degree this past year.)  I was so glad to get to spend some time with Anja and Elaine especially before I leave, because I haven't seen them much lately.  Elaine always works super late Saturday nights and Anja has to stay home with 1-year-old Ella while she naps, so they can't always make it to church on Sunday mornings.  So we had planned a late lunch for after church.

Janos, Anja, Ella, Glorie, and me doing "Peace Out"

And our "happy" picture! (The girls decided to
do more of a "poker face" at the moment.)

It was an absolute feast!  Anja made Knödel (traditional German potato-and-bread dumplings) Rotkohl (cooked red cabbage in vinegar), a rucola salad, and a chicken-and-bell-pepper dish with yummy butter sauce.  I made another loaf of basil-pistachio bread last night to bring, and that was a surprisingly big hit (even Glorie and Ella were chowing down on it!  Ella made crumbs everywhere), and then after that Anja brought out coffee, tea, and watermelon slices and after that she brought out apple strudel and vanilla ice cream.  It was all so good, and we had a really nice afternoon.  Things were a bit chaotic, of course, because Glorie had to go down for her nap in the middle and Ella kept eating watermelon and dripping it everywhere, and it was also really humid and sticky so Anja ended up changing Ella's shirt probably four times.  That's life with a 1- and 3-year-old.  But it didn't matter--the girls are super cute, and we had a lot of time to talk, so it was a very good way to spend my last Sunday in Hamburg.  We didn't leave their house until after 6.  I was sad to say goodbye to Janos & Anja too--they have been a huge encouragement and inspiration to me while I was here.  Glorie was also sad that I was leaving.  She tends to be really shy, but Janos told me that she calls me "Wachel" and she is always asking him if I am going to come when they have a church service.  Janos drove us girls to the closest train station, and Glorie was looking kind of upset as he carried her to the car.  "Muss nicht traurig sein," he told her. ("Don't be sad.")  It reminded me of our first weekend in Holstein when we said "Tchuss" to Luna at the train station, and she cried because she didn't want us to go away.

Me and Elaine . . . I'll miss this girl!!

I got home around 7, and I didn't really have to eat dinner after all that yummy food at Janos & Anja's.  My only "dinner" consisted of some frozen grapes, a spoonful of peanut butter, half a slice of bread, and a sesame cracker, all munched at intervals between 7 and 9:30 while I started on packing up my room.  Still got a lot more to do, but at least the task is started.  It's incredible how much stuff you can accumulate in one semester!

Petra leaves early tomorrow morning, and I"m getting up to see her off at the airport, so I've got to go to bed.  Not enough sleep last night either, due to being up working on making cards for everybody.

It was definitely a bittersweet day.  The goodbyes were hard.  But it was a good day too.  If I had to have a last Sunday in Hamburg, this was a nice one.  Praise the Lord for everyone at City Light, and for Indra and Petra too!  It's been so great getting to know all of them!  I'll miss them like crazy!

Preparing for goodbyes

Today was kind of a strange day--Indra was getting ready to leave and because it was Saturday everybody was home and going in and out.  Petra and I went and got döners for lunch, which we had been planning to do at some point before we go home.  But it was just sort of a painful day because I know tomorrow I'll have to say goodbye to Indra, and when I leave Hamburg that will mean leaving her too.  To be honest, I was up crying at 3 am last night because I kept thinking of the scene in Les Choristes where the boys throw paper airplanes out the window of the school to say goodbye to their teacher.

Getting to know people and developing deep friendships is one of the most precious and amazing things you can do in life, but sometimes that also makes saying goodbye ridiculously hard to do.

During the afternoon I took a walk in the Stadtpark, just to clear my mind and to see it in all its summer beauty at least one more time, and swam in the Stadtparksee for a bit before coming back home.  I made another loaf of my basil-pistachio bread to take to Janos & Anja's house tomorrow, since I am going to have dinner with them tomorrow night for a farewell.  Elaine is supposed to be there too, which is great because I wasn't sure I'd get to see her before I left.  Indra and I also watched Dragon Heart, which was slightly reminiscent of The Princess Bride, only much less corny and more emotionally intense.  I liked it . . . never would have thought Dennis Quaid could pull off a medieval knight role, but he did a pretty good job!

Tomorrow I am playing worship one more time for City Light!  I've been so blessed to be part of the service by doing that . . . it felt weird to just be coming on Sundays and not helping out with anything.  I'm really looking forward to tomorrow, though of course I'm sorry to be leaving everyone at City Light too.  They've become my second church family, and while I can't wait to see everyone in my church family in California, I'll miss my family in Hamburg!

A very musical day with Indra

Indra finally suggested imagining the swirl on the wrought-iron gate
was a letter "t" to help me remember "TOUT au bout du chemin" . . .
sounds odd, but believe it or not, that tactic actually worked!  

Today we had no opportunity to go to the Stadtpark.  It was rainy all day, and in the afternoon there was another thunderstorm (though much less dramatic than yesterday's).  Indra and I went again to St. Sophien, the Catholic church nearby, to make a second attempt at recording ourselves singing.  This time there were no services and nobody in the church since it was the middle of a Friday.  The iron gates to the sanctuary were locked, but because the sanctuary is connected with the foyer area that has the prayer benches and altar, we were able to sing through the bars and still get the full church-echo sound.  This church isn't huge, but it is big enough to make a super-beautiful echo without voices getting lost.  We were there for at least two hours recording.  We sang every duet and classical-style song we could think of, and we made some really nice recordings of "Carol of the Bells," "Evening Rise" (the one she taught me at the start of the semester), "Lascia ch'io pianga" by Händel, "O du Liebe meiner Liebe" by J.S. Bach (she taught me this one more recently and it is in German!), and "Vois sur ton chemin" from Les Choristes (the French film we watched last week).  It took me forever to do that last one without messing up--French can be SUCH a tongue twister!--but in the end, with Indra's help, I finally was able to remember all the words and do it right.  The line that kept tripping me up was "Une lumière dorée brille sans fin tout au bout du chemin."  (That means something like "a golden light shines endlessly at the end of the road.")  SO tricky!!!

St. Sophien has such beautiful windows . . .

The recordings have a lot of miscues and talking in them, so Indra has to edit them before she can put any on YouTube or anything.  Her editing program did something weird and put too much bass in the files, so currently some of the recordings don't sound right.  But hopefully at some point I'll be able to post a few on here, because they sounded really, really nice in that church.

 When we got home, all plans of a dinner picnic were off because it was still raining.  So Indra did a special oil and conditioning treatment on her hair and I went to the store to get some stuff for a sort of indoor-picnic-style dinner.  The walk to and from the store was nice, because even though it was raining it was a nice comfortable temperature outside.  (All the way there and back, I sang "Vois sur ton chemin" over and over to be sure I had those tricky lines drilled into my head!)

I got two boxes of grapes (they were super-low price at Aldi so I bought two to freeze some--I've been eating frozen grapes nonstop the last few weeks!), and also some canned tuna and baguettes, at the store, and between us we had green olives, Swiss cheese, tomatoes, and lettuce.  We sliced the baguettes and put tuna, cheese, and olives on them, and then toasted them in the oven.  (This was Indra's recipe.)  It was yummy, and we ate almost one whole box of grapes too!  And of course we listened to Der König der Löwen on Indra's mp3 player.

After dinner we watched Mulan, because Indra had the songs from it on her player too, and when they came on it reminded us of the movie.  We watched it in English though, because I have only seen it a few times and I couldn't remember the dialogue very well.

Tomorrow is my last day to hang out with Indra . . . I don't want to think about it . . . but at least we've had a fun week together.

Oh, one really funny random thing: Indra told me and Petra that there is a German exclamation that is so random it's hilarious.  It is "Heiliger Strohsack!" which literally means, "Holy straw sack!"  She doesn't know where it came from, it's just one of those colloquial expressions.  How random is that?  And I thought "holy cow" was funny . . .

Here's one more picture of St. Sophien.  It really is a lovely church, with a lovely sound to match!

An awesome rainy day with friends

Today really was awesome.  I spent most of it hanging out with one friend or another, which was so fun.  And we had a good summer thunderstorm this afternoon too, which made it more interesting.

Me and Tiina outside Saturn

This morning after breakfast I was in my room getting ready to go to school to scan all my grocery and art school receipts from the semester.  (I kept them so I could keep track of how much I spent, but I didn't want to have to take all the scraps of paper home.)  Petra, who got back from Ireland yesterday, came out of her room, and I told her about the Abmeldung and how we have to fill it out before we go home and mail it to the office downtown.  Since I was already going to the computer lab at school, I asked if she wanted to come with me so we could print and fill out the form for her, and then I could mail both of ours at once.  So we walked to school together and did that, and then she went back home to meet another friend and I went to Hamburger Meile down the street to meet my Finnish friend Tiina.  She had to go home a few weeks early due to a family emergency, but she came back to Hamburg for the weekend because she and her friend Siru (also from Finland) got tickets to a Hugh Laurie concert at the Laieszhalle this weekend.  (And yes, I never would have guessed he would do any kind of music, but he has a band and plays jazz and blues, apparently!)  So anyway, I wanted to see Tiina before she went back home to Finland, so we met at Hamburger Meile to get (guess!) ice cream.  She wanted to go downtown to Saturn, the giant electronics store, and then go browsing for clothes at Mönckebergstraße, and Indra wasn't going to be back home until midafternoon, so I decided to go with her in order to hang out for a while longer.  We took the train downtown and headed to Saturn.  Tiina is a Library Science major, so she is into information and technology stuff.  She had found an external hard drive there earlier in the semester and wanted to buy another one before going back home.  Being in Saturn for her was like being in an art store is for Marni and me.  We found the hard drive and then she said, "We'd better hurry up and leave before I spend all my money!"

Stormy weather over the Rathausmarkt (those are the
St. Jacobi and St. Petri church spires, by the way)

When we came out of Saturn it was pouring rain!  I had noticed some rather dark and stormy-looking clouds when we were getting on the train a while earlier, and they had rolled in and were now producing a nice hot-weather shower.  I am still so thrilled by these summer storms--they are a phenomenon virtually unknown in California, so I'm always super excited when we have one.  Neither of us had an umbrella, and even if we had, the rain was blowing sideways and we would have gotten soaked, so we had to wait under the overhang outside the store until the shower had passed.  Thankfully it didn't last long, and soon we were on our way down Mönckebergstraße to Europa Passage.  We went to Desigual, and they were having a sale, but after looking at the "sale" prices Tiina quickly decided that even at 50 percent off they were way more than she wanted to pay.  (Shopping in Europa Passage, and in downtown Hamburg in general, is really expensive--they jack up all the prices at the chain businesses, and they also have a lot of the fancy designer brands like Chanel, Hugo Boss, and A&F.)  So we ended up leaving Europa Passage and walking to the Rathausmarkt, where Tiina was going to meet Siru and another friend.

Tiina and Siru aren't sisters, just friends, but they look and dress
uncannily alike.  I think their brains must be fused . . .

The tank-top trio . . . Tiina, me, and Siru (whom I think the camera
caught at the wrong moment, because she looks way serious)

We were surprised to see some kind of a food-and-wine event set up in the square.  It had lots of tables set up under canopies and wooden food booths selling pretzels, wurst, and other similar "fancy snacking" foods to go with the various wines that were being offered.  It reminded me of the Easter market in Kraków.  I had only had one scoop of ice cream at Hamburger Meile and the pretzels were a tad expensive there, so I just got another scoop of ice cream at the Rathausmarkt gelato place.  (I've got less than a week left in Hamburg, so I'm maxing out my European gelato experience, one small scoop at a time.)  We sat on a bench while we waited for the others to show up, and then I saw a lightning bolt and some more thunder rumbled across the sky.  Tiina's friend came walking across the square right then, and at that point the first big fat drops started coming down, so we beelined it to a Balzac Coffee down the street and waited for Siru there.  (Balzac was founded in Hamburg and is kind of the Starbucks of northern Germany, I think.  Their prices are as atrocious as Starbucks', too.)  The rain kind of let up for a few minutes, but after Siru got there it started to really pour buckets and it came down pretty heavily for a while.  We stayed at the coffee shop for at least an hour, just talking, since the weather was not suitable for going back out.  I really enjoyed the time with them.  I can't for the life of me remember their friend's name, but he is an Information/Library Science major like Tiina and Siru are, and they knew him from their classes at HAW.  He lives in Hamburg.  It was classic talking to the three of them, because the conversation was so different.  Nothing philosophical, like my conversations with Indra, Marni, or Petra would be.  Not much reference to music either.  Instead it was a lot of talk about grammar and computer-related stuff, and the jokes were information-major jokes rather than art-major jokes.  (It reminded me of the night we played Warhammer with Indra's friends and, although they tried their best to minimize the physics- and law-student comments, Johannes made a joke about the Kelvin temperature scale.)  It was just so fun to hang out with students who were studying something so completely different from me.  Incredible how your brain adjusts to your field of study to the point that your conversations begin to reflect it.  Anyway, we had a great time.  Ninni (my friend from the Berlin trip) was going to come meet Tiina and Siru at 4, but Indra would be getting back from Hanerau around then so I decided to leave.  I gave Tiina and Siru goodbye hugs and told them I was so glad to have met them both.  Between them and Ninni, I really want to visit Finland now!  I like the Finns!

Their friend had to leave too, so we walked out of Balzac together and he went to catch the bus.  I went down into the subway and actually happened to pass Ninni!  She was on her way to meet the other girls.  We talked for a minute.  I didn't keep her long, though, because we are planning to make another attempt at the summer Hamburger Dom on Monday (since our trip to the spring one back in April was a fail) and I will get to see her one last time then.

Indra wasn't home yet when I got back, and neither was Petra.  I had never had a real lunch aside from the ice cream, so I munched an apple while I was standing at the window listening to the thunder far away.  The storm was done, but the sky was so rumbly.  The thunder would sort of roll on and on for thirty seconds at a time.

Just after I had gone to my room and sat down to work on the painting of the couple I had met at the USA-Deutschland public viewing, someone rang the doorbell downstairs.  I answered it on the intercom and they were asking for me, so I buzzed them in.  It was a girl and a guy, and they were Jehovah's Witnesses.  Indra had talked to them twice before because they had come looking for me and I wasn't home either time.  (Apparently they asked for me because I have an American name.)  Anyway, even though I know my interpretation of the Bible is not the same as the JWs, I invited them in and we talked for a bit.  It was cool--they were both super nice, of course, because JWs generally are really nice--and we didn't ever end up getting into any deep theological discussions, really, because Indra came home at that point.  They were mostly telling me about their program of Bible discussion small groups.  When I told them that I try to read my Bible every day, they both seemed really surprised.  They said that hardly anyone they ever meet does that.  I guess it's become so much a habit for me now that I don't think about it much, but I really do read something out of the Bible almost every day (the only times I occasionally skip are when I am for some reason too exhausted to read before bed, which is very seldom since I'm a night owl).  I guess that is a rather rare thing among the general population, though, even among people who claim Christianity . . . still, I was kind of surprised at how surprised they were, if that makes sense.

This is how tiramisù was meant to be done, baby!

Anyway, after they left, Indra and I got changed and went to Il Pavone (the place with the amazing crème brûlée) to have a nice dinner, since Der König der Löwen never worked out.  Indra wore her pretty new skirt, and she loaned me one of her shirts to wear because my fancy shirt didn't look right with my earrings.  It was a nice royal blue, which she said suited me really well.  By then the rain was done, so we walked down the street to the restaurant and we were able to sit outside.  I think we were the only people in the whole place for most of the time.  Indra had a pizza margherita and I had bruschetta, and for dessert she ordered (of course, because it's her absolute favorite) the crème brûlée and I ordered the tiramisù, which was a nice big square and absolutely AMAZING.  Il Pavone is one of those gems of a restaurant where the chef really knows what he's doing and everything they make is incredible.  I didn't regret one bit that I didn't order the crème brûlée, because that tiramisù was off the chart.  Even the berries in lemon cream served with it for garnish were perfect.

When we got home, Petra came back and we watched a movie Indra had been telling me about.  It was called Sissi and it was one of those cheesy-and-romanticized-but-still-good films from the early 1950s.  The story was basically about the meeting and marriage of Princess Elisabeth of Bavaria and Kaiser Franz Josef of Austria-Hungary in 1853.  Of course it was predictable, and definitely cheesy like those old films are, but the three of us still enjoyed it a lot--the production was good, for the time period at least, and the sets and costumes were really nice.  I never knew anything about Elisabeth (her childhood nickname was Sissi) and Franz Josef, really, so it was informative for me even if the details weren't historically accurate.  I also learned more German words and phrases because we were able to watch it with English subtitles, which helped me figure out what the characters were saying.  Indra told us that they made three Sissi movies total about Elisabeth and Franz Josef, and apparently Romy Schneider, the Austrian actress who played Elisabeth, was sort of like the Grace Kelly of German film.  She was very pretty and played a lot of roles, but died before the age of 50 (except her death was thought to be a suicide, not an accident like Grace Kelly's).  By the way, Germany is not known for its filmmaking like France, Italy, Britain, and the U.S. are--in general its films are really awful, according to Indra, and so the Germans make up for it by doing really excellent audio dubbing for all the English- and French-speaking films.

Anyway, it's late and I have to sleep now.  But it was an awesome day!  Petra decided to not go to Amsterdam, so she'll be here for the weekend too, which will be nice.  Even though I'm now officially in my last week, it's shaping up to be a good last week.

More swimming!

This morning I went to school to pick up my prints and get a receipt for all my expenses in the print shop over the semester.  (Actually, I ran all the way there because I didn't want to take forever.  Mom and Joanna, that's about 2.5 kilometers . . . it was a little tougher because it was late morning and the sun was hot, but I kept it up surprisingly well.)  I also printed out my Abmeldung, which is my change-of-address form for Hamburg's city record to tell them that I will no longer be living at Georgi-Haus.

I was supposed to meet Indra at the Stadtpark at 1, and I didn't leave school until almost 12:30, but I decided to walk back home instead of taking the train because the day was so nice.  On the way I witnessed a slightly scary moment.  There were five girls (I think at least a couple of them were sisters) running in an asphalt lot at the edge of the little community park near Georgi-Haus.  There is a big permanent billboard sign set up at the corner of the lot there.  It has two vertical struts holding up the sign with two diagonal struts connected to those for counterbalance, and there are four big cement blocks anchoring the struts to the ground so the sign won't fall over in heavy wind.  You can walk under it, but you have to pay attention because between the vertical and diagonal strut on each side there is a horizontal bar connecting the struts, about four feet off the ground.  So these girls were all running top speed, chasing each other or something, and right as I got to the sign they were coming towards me from the other direction.  They went to run under the sign, but one girl (who was probably about nine or ten) didn't see the horizontal bar because it was just above her eye level.  She went running under the sign at top speed and BAM!  Her forehead slammed right into the bar and the impact knocked her flat on her back on the asphalt.  Of course she grabbed her head and burst out crying, and the other girls all screeched to a stop to see if she was okay.  The oldest girl, who was maybe fourteen or fifteen, helped her get up.  I stopped too, because I didn't know if she would need first aid or something.  But praise the Lord, that girl had a hard head, because she only had a little mark on her head, no cut, and her only other injury was a skinned elbow.  I'm sure it hurt like the dickens, and she'll probably have a pretty nasty bump on her forehead from it, but thankfully she wasn't bleeding or unconscious or anything.  I stayed long enough just to be sure everything was okay and then continued on my way.  But man, it scared me when the bar knocked her flat like that.  (Emily, it reminded me of that time when you were four years old and you clonked your head on that metal bar at the bank!)  I was really glad there were no stitches or major first aid required.  Hopefully she's okay now, poor kid.

Anyway, I finally got home and changed into my swimsuit.  I was late meeting Indra at the Stadtpark, but we had a nice afternoon anyway.  It was windy today, so we spent longer intervals lying in the sun and shorter intervals swimming.  The wind reminded me of the ever-present afternoon wind at SoCal beaches . . . preparing me for chilly afternoons working at the pool when I get home, I guess.

Indra went home to Hanerau for the night because she leaves for her trip to Hungary on Sunday and her parents wanted to see her before she goes.  (By the way, her trip will last a week and she is going to a special music academy program.  She qualified for it through her Gymnasium, or advanced-level high school, because she was and still is a good student.  It will be the first trip she has taken by herself, kind of like coming to Hamburg was for me.  Although in her case, she won't be gone nearly as long as I was.)

Speaking of coming and going, I've only got one week left until I come home!  God willing, I'll be landing at LAX at 7:30 pm next Wednesday.  I'm sad to leave Hamburg, of course, but I'm also excited to see everybody in California!  By the way, to any lap swimmers or pool staff who are reading, I was telling Indra about you today and I didn't realize until now how much I miss you all!  Don't worry, just one more week and I'll be back to bother you guys again.  :)

FINALLY! Printmaking course work in the bag!

At least I sure hope so!

I finished my last two plates with my portraits of Grandma, did two prints of each (one for me and one for Louise), and then made a little title plate and printed a couple of those also.  Took me a while, but I was kind of taking my time.  I got there earlier today, so I was out of the workshop by 3.  All I have to do now is go back tomorrow and pick up the prints (the paper has to dry overnight) and then get a receipt for my expenses.  (I don't want to know how much I spent on paper and zinc plates over the course of the semester . . .)

On the way home I got the brilliant idea to get groceries at Hamburger Meile because there is an Aldi there.  I figured it would save me a trip to the Aldi by my house, and I wanted to get my groceries before it got any later and the store got crowded.  But I had no shopping bag.  And my list of groceries looked something like: 2 liters of milk, a box of grapes, a box of peaches, a 6-pack of apples, a head of lettuce, a cucumber, and some tomatoes.  So it took me a couple of minutes to figure out a semi-comfortable way to carry them, which was still not at all comfortable.  And I had to walk almost 2 kilometers to get home.  Not that far, but when you have 2 liters of milk and a 6-pack of apples balanced in one arm, a shoulder bag with zinc plates and art supplies in it, and a couple of little plastic produce bags full of lettuce, tomatoes, grapes, and peaches in the other hand, it feels like a LONG way.  Actually it went pretty well overall--praise the Lord, I didn't drop anything and none of the bags ripped (good old German-made products!)--but my arms and my back were killing me by the time I got home.  Note to self: Next time just go to the Aldi near your house, you goofball!  At least I got an arm workout.

My cupboard is now empty and my fridge is totally full, due to the continued humidity.  If I'd been thinking, I could have saved all the moldy things from the past week and started my very own mold garden!  (Anybody remember those from the elementary school days?)  I've been performing daily mold checks on my food supply.  Good thing Petra is traveling, because if she were here we wouldn't have enough room in the fridge for us both!

Still no success on the Lion King tickets, unfortunately.  Indra says she doesn't think it will work out . . . it's peak tourist season, everybody is on summer break, and the discount tickets seem to be really hard to come by, even for a weeknight show.  Oh well . . . we'll find something fun (and probably a lot less expensive!) to do instead.  We had been planning to bring a fancy picnic dinner to eat before the show (Hollywood Bowl style) and to do each other's hair, so we can still do that stuff, just without the show added in.  Guess we'll have to be content with listening to the soundtrack.

This just in: Marni made it back to Australia in one piece!  I saw a picture on Facebook of her 1 am reunion with her boyfriend Will.  Of course she had the dazed "just traveled for over 20 hours" look, but I could tell they were really happy to finally be back together.  I know they missed each other.  (Good grief, eight days from now I'll be arriving back in L.A., wearing that same dazed look, no doubt.)

Still trying to finish my print series . . .

This morning Indra and I went down to the discount ticket office to see if we could get tickets for Der König der Löwen for tomorrow night.  Alas, we were unsuccessful . . . the only tickets available were full-price ones, which were more than we wanted to pay (even with how badly we want to see the show).  So we'll have to keep trying.  I hope it will work out!

Went to school from there and spent the day working on my last two plates for my mezzotint series of Grandma.  I was almost done, but then it was 5:30 and we had to clean up for the day.  So I'll have to go back tomorrow.  That's the sometimes-frustrating thing about printmaking.  It can take SUCH a long time.  Hopefully tomorrow I'll finally be finished with them and I can wrap up my time in the print shop!

Indra ordered a new skirt, which came in the mail today.  It's almost ankle-length and is blue and green with a flower-patterned stripe in the middle and some shimmery ribbons.  I think it looks really nice on her.  Up until now I've only seen her wear pants.  She said that she didn't have any skirts before she bought this one, because a lot of skirts don't look good on her.  I have the same problem--both of us have kind of short legs, which doesn't look particularly attractive for shorter skirts--but the long one looks great on her, especially because it's in her colors!  (In case I never mentioned it, Indra's absolute favorite color is green.  She also likes to wear blue, and she really doesn't like to wear black outfits.  The only black clothing items she owns are pants and shoes--her tops are always bright and cheery.)

This humid weather is wreaking havoc on our food!  Every time I open the cupboard or the fridge, it seems like something else is moldy.  My cupboard is getting more and more empty and the fridge is getting more full because I keep putting stuff in there to preserve it.  Tonight I ate more of the salvaged potatoes I roasted yesterday, along with cooked carrots because the carrots were going moldy and I had to use them ASAP.  I cooked some and then chopped the rest and stuck them in the freezer to cook with my other frozen veggies.  Had to make applesauce out of the last apple in the package because it had too many soft spots to just eat it.  By the time I cut out the soft parts and the core, there was only half the apple left.  I didn't trust my bread to stay free of mold, so it went in the fridge tonight too.

Wish I had more exciting things to report . . . today's events were a tad mundane.

Though I did solve two Sudoku puzzles after dinner, which was fun.  Indra flipped open one of Corina's celebrity magazines piled on the side table in the kitchen last night (yes, they have those ridiculous magazines here too and the only difference between them and the American ones is that all the celebs in these are German) and discovered that there are crosswords and Sudoku in the back of them.  So tonight we each took one magazine and tackled the puzzles.  I couldn't do the crosswords though, because they were in German . . . my skills definitely aren't up to par for that one!

One other random observation: Why are the graphics and color choices on those celeb magazines always so hideous?  I notice it even more now that I've been in art school for a while.  Is the ugly clash of colors, typography, and photographs supposed to be more eye-catching?  Do the magazines purposely seek out all the poor souls who failed graphic design school to be their employees?  Is there an underground contest among all the celeb magazines and tabloids for "Most Nauseating Cover of the Year"?  I just can't imagine wanting to actually pay for something so clunky-looking . . .

I am SO thankful for the Stadtparksee.

Because today was super humid and sweaty.

I went to City Light in the morning.  Walked in the shade as much as I could on the way there, but I was still quite sticky by the time I arrived.  Everybody else was too, though.  Janos's three-year-old daughter asked him, "Papa, who poured water on you?" because the back of his shirt was so sweaty after setting up the room.  I enjoyed doing worship, though by the end my shirt was damp too and I'm pretty sure I sweated on Joey's guitar.  (Sorry about that, Joey . . . if your guitar is sticky it's probably from me!)

Rebecca's mom and dad are visiting from California this week, so I got to meet them.  They are going with the Ropers up to Copenhagen and to the North Sea during the week, which should be fun for them all.  (Ah, Copenhagen . . . Marni and Petra told me great things about that city, but alas I didn't get around to visiting it.)  There were also a few other new people this week, one of whom was named Kelly.  She is from North Carolina and is in Hamburg for a while to be an in-house nanny.  We traded contact info so I could send her travel tips about hostels and stuff like that.

The service was really good.  Joey finished up the series about the vision of City Light that they've been doing the last couple months.  The message today was about giving.  I wasn't quite sure how that topic would go--after all, giving is one of those topics that makes a lot of people uncomfortable--but the way Joey explained it was different than I've ever heard it taught before.  We read 1 Chronicles 29, where David and all the people contributed willingly and generously to the building materials for the temple in Jerusalem.  When he saw how abundantly everyone had given, David praised God and thanked Him for everything He had given Israel.  Joey was talking about how the people's gift was generous because it was born out of true thankfulness to God.  The point of the message was: When we we start to really consider how much God has given us--how even the little things, like health and air to breathe and strength for each day, only come by His grace--then our gifts to Him flow out as a natural response, and we are willing to give not just money to serve God, but other things like time and skills and resources.  That was the case with David and the Israelites, and that is how it should be for believers today.  Extremely helpful . . . I've never heard it explained from that angle, and that helped me understand the "giving to God" concept so much better!

I met Indra at the Stadtpark at 1:30 and we went straight into the water.  It felt SO good . . . cold when you got in, but a very nice kind of cold.  You're just so glad to not be hot and sticky that the initial nip doesn't matter.  I have to say, this phenomenon is one that I've rarely experienced in my life, being from the California coast where you always have that chilly ocean breeze giving you goosebumps before you get in the water.  While we were swimming we heard the Polizeiorchester (which was in Planten un Blomen the other day) playing again!  They were on the west side of the lake and we listened from the water.  I knew it was them by their white polo shirts and white truck with the name on the side.

Thankfully some humid-weather clouds came in about midafternoon, which cooled everyone off to a comfortable temperature.  Indra and I left around 5 and made dinner sometime around 6.  She made Marni's pita-pocket döner recipe and I made a humongous batch of roasted potatoes because a couple of my potatoes started to go rancid and they had to be used up.  (Most of the batch went into the fridge . . . I think I'll be eating them for dinner the next couple of days . . . )  After dinner we watched Anastasia in English (which I had never seen before and enjoyed pretty well) and then Beauty and the Beast in German (its German title is Die Schöne und das Biest).  Ahhh, summer vacation, when you have no school so you spend the first couple weeks swimming, tanning, and watching movies--in other words, basically doing nothing.

I ALMOST made it through the semester without burning myself while cooking . . . but it happened tonight.  Got my knuckle on the inside edge of the oven and ended up with a sort of instant blister.  I iced it right away though, and Indra gave me some aloe vera gel and a nice little blister bandage for it.   Actually the burn was totally my fault, because I was being lazy and I didn't want to take the pan out of the oven to add more pepper to the potatoes.  So I kind of asked for it.  Oh well, live and learn.

Now I am going to bed.  Hot weather is making me so sleepy . . . Gute Nacht . . . zzzzzzzz

Another lovely day of sun and swimming

And tomorrow we'll probably go again.  The weather is staying hot and we're out of school, so we're keeping up this swimming-at-the-Stadtpark thing.

Getting dressed this morning meant "putting on my swimsuit and sundress."  Indra and I went to the park around 11.  We didn't go to the Naturbad today because we knew it would be packed (due to its being a hot Saturday).  Instead we found a spot on one of the lawns near the dock on the north side of the Stadtparksee.  We stayed for about four hours.  Our routine goes something like: Put on sunscreen, swim until we start to get cold, get out and lie in the sun until we're too hot to stand it anymore, then repeat the process.  While we were lying out, we nibbled on grapes and apples and listened to Der König der Löwen on Indra's mp3 player (one ear bud per person).  Indra also read, and I drew people around us.  More life-drawing subjects than I could ask for!  (For the record, most of the time in the Stadtpark people don't nude-sunbathe--they have a few designated areas for that--so everybody at least has their swimsuits on.  Don't be alarmed, ladies and gentlemen.)  It's been so interesting to me to see the European summer culture in comparison to the California one.
Europe: Gelato, white skin, lying out on grass, calm-water swimming
California: Cold Stone, tan skin, lying out on sand, surfing and diving under waves
I have to say, the European summer scene is neat in a way because there is less overall obsession with having the "perfect body."  Lots of people here are concerned about looking good, of course, but nobody here looks artificial, and although there are of course exceptions, people generally look more natural--fewer tattoos, spray tans, piercings in weird places, etc.  It's the exact opposite of spots like Huntington Beach.  People of all ages, from 2 to 82, strip down to swimsuits, no matter how ghostly white their skin is or how saggy or lumpy they might look, and just lie out in the sun or get in the pool.  None of the "Oh, I can't wear a two-piece suit, I haven't stuck to my diet this month" speeches.  It's refreshing.  Not to mention that it makes for more fun and interesting drawings!  Who wants to draw a bunch of people who look like Barbie and Ken?  There's no variety in that!

The Naturbad was SO crowded today!  (Which is why we didn't go there.)

Today was so hot that the initial plunge into the lake felt cold but incredibly nice at the same time.  We decided the lake needed a legendary monster, so we invented the Flachmonster (Flatmonster), which is a giant monster that is flat (obviously) and lives on the bottom of the Stadtparksee, eating the litter people throw in and saving the occasional distressed swimmer.  He has a velvety hide, rather than a slimy skin like a stingray.  We also tried to see what was on the bottom, but the main part of the See is so murky that you can't see anything until it is six inches in front of you.

On the way home we got a quick ice cream at the place at the end of our street.  I was glad I only got one scoop, because it had turned into a sorbet soup in the cup by the time we got to the front door.  It was only a little after 4 and we weren't quite ready for dinner, so we watched a movie Indra has been telling me about all semester called Les Choristes (The Chorus).  It is a French film about a music teacher who comes to a boarding school for "problematic" boys and teaches them to sing.  I really, really enjoyed it.  Indra had to pause it periodically and translate things for me because she had streamed it online and we didn't have subtitles.  My one semester of French did not serve me well for watching this movie.  But I still enjoyed it despite my lack of comprehension of the dialogue.

We made bruschetta (one of Indra's favorite dishes) for dinner.  It was really delicious.

Ugh, it's after 9 and it is still so hot!  My window is wide open, but the outside air is exactly the same temperature as the inside air.  Even the little bit of wind is doing absolutely nothing to cool things off.  Usually in the afternoons and evenings, the courtyard and backyards between the buildings are noisy because people are eating out on their patios and balconies and all the kids from the apartments are running around and playing.  Today it has been absolutely silent--no noise whatsoever since we got home from the park.  I think everybody is just sitting in their houses and moving as little as possible so they don't melt away.

Tomorrow I am playing worship at City Light!  I enjoy doing it.  I've learned lots of German words that way, and I can now sing multiple songs in German!

In the meantime I have to try and sleep . . . I wish I had a fan in my room . . .