The Social Porcupine

Things I forgot: Our hostel proved bedding, and a bathroom with a shower. But nothing to dry off with. B ring a towel.  There are drawers under each bunk for your things and a way to lock them if you have your own padlock. Nothing of ours was stolen, but then most people don't appreciate the beauty of my dresses like I do, so I didn't really need to worry. But if you stay several days in a hostel and want to leave valuables under the bed, bring a padlock.  Always check the weather. Thankfully, I did that and brought umbrellas. But next time I'll also bring a rain cover of sort for my backpack, and also plastic bags for my phone and electronics as my phone was water damaged.  A hat for my cold ears (thankfully Kathlyn had one). Things I'm glad I remembered to bring: Battery pack and charging cord Cash (most places in Germany don't take cards).  My passport. You never know when you'll be asked for it.  A water bottle. Hydration is always impo

Kathlyn and I admiring our robust reflections.   By the end of the previous day, Kathlyn and I had walked 34,000 steps. We were soaked and exhausted, and considered eating out—we actually found a lovely place called KartoffelLand (Potatoe Country), but it was full. We didn't want fast food, so we bought some bread, cheese, and fruit from a grocery, then ate it on her bed. Someone else had the bed I was sleeping in the night before, so I claimed another empty bunk, though I think this time it actually was number five (and if not five, it was six, and whoever should have had six was sleeping in my bed). Later some other girls came into the room and had a bit of trouble sorting out whose bunk was whose. It was fun being the observer this time around. Kathlyn and I talked to the girl a bit more, whose bed I'd slept in for an hour the night before, and had fun getting to know her. We'd originally planned to walk three hours to Bonhoeffer's house, but we were exha

I remember hearing of Kathlyn many times through another friend as "someone like you, who also travels." But because of the fact that she liked to travel, whenever I was around she wasn't.  A few months back she sent me a Facebook friend request and we talked a bit, about life and work and how it'd be fun to get a place together. I think I'd even considered employing her as I was desperate to find someone to clean for me at the time. But despite our great FB chat and us only living an hour and a half apart, we never managed to actually meet up in person.  But ... as I was coming to Germany, I saw she was coming, too. So, of course, I had to message her about it. I found out she'd come to work for a farm and was here only six weeks, and wanted to see some things but not on her own.  So, I suggested we meet up and see Dietrich Bonhoeffer's house, as she didn't seem to care what she saw as long as it was something German. Now I'm quite

Have you ever seen such a  huge  snail? I knew I had three choices when I saw the snail.  Kiss it to see if it'd turn into a prince like frogs do. But I'm actually kinda anti-kissing animals.  Eat it. Because that's what Europeans do, right? But I'm kosher, so I passed on that, too.  Take a selfie with it. Ah, that was easy enough.   I'm not sure what I was expecting when I flew into Germany, but I wasn't expecting it to look ... normal.  When flying from the Netherlands to Germany, I remember looking out the window and thinking, "Wow. It looks just like America." I guess landscape is all the same from the sky ... huge masses of green and brown and blue, swirled together.  Once I landed, I was mildly disappointed to see that Germany was still not all that different, and in fact was quite dirty and modern, reminding me a lot of Las Vegas. Or maybe that was just all the graphite.  But, once I got past how much alike America