The family I'm staying with don't attend a church, so after coming here I needed to decide whether or not I would attend. I mean, it's a give in I'd find a church (or church-hop). But would I go to a church that had German services, or one with English services? There aren't all that many English speaking churches in Stuttgart, but I decided it would be nicer at first to be able to understand the services and worship. On the first Sunday here, though, I could barely make myself walk around the block. The idea of jumping on a tram and finding my way to some church was just too terrifying. I stayed at the house, biked for my first time with the family here, and just grew more at ease with my surroundings. The next week I spread out a little more, and felt confident enough to go anywhere I wanted on foot or bike. But close to the end of the week, I began to question my sanity. "Why did I come to Germany?" I can walk and write ...