Monday: Went to the international Schule Hamburg.
Oh man, we [i]soooo[/i] don't go to an International School. First I had an intregrated math class. (Algebra) Then Higher level German. (I just kind of sat there,) then drama, and Enlish, after that I had to go. (I have to leave here soon, too, so there will be a longer post about school, later.
Tuesday: We did shopping. More posting when I have more time!
Saturday: Went for a drive with Hani around old town. Went a bunch of places, saw some cool things, including
an airbus manufacturing place,
Went to a place called: "Jork." Pronounced "York."
Also took a quick drive through the Reeperbahn. During the night it's where all the "Independent Buisiness Women" do there... Buisiness...
(No, Mom, I really did not see anything, and it was not Papa's idea, so don't kill him, please.)
Sunday: Went to an old consentration camp, where my Great-Grandmother was sent.
Talk about depressing.
Last time I was this depressed was when we saw a movie in Mr. Caron's class about the KKK, and then I saw the KKK website.
The website makes you feel naseous, and mad, and sad- all at once...
...And some people say that none of it ever happened! That it's all "propoganda to undermined the great Nazi cluture" or some other B.S.
I don't get it... how can they look at all the evidence, and still say it never happened????
~Actual conversation between Papa, Hani, and Grannie-Annie on Saturday pu in for shock value to see if anyone besides my Mother, and Kelz is reading this~
Papa: Blah Blah Blah Poodle Blah Blah Blah (All in German)
Everyone is staring...
Papa: Oops.... I meant blah blah blah....
Papa: I was telling about the dog might end up having to be put to sleep, put instead I said murdered.
(Cue the generic laugh track)
Papa: Maybe I'll get him stuffed!
(Grannie-Annie and I look at each other, fear in our eyes.)
Papa: Maybe make him into a door stop!
Grannie-Annie: No, no Peter.
Papa: Then I'll stuff my wife , so he can forever be sitting on her lap!
(Everyone is laughing by now.)
Papa: Be a waste of a good chair though....
No, my Papa wouldn't actually do that, we were just joking around That's the way the humor rolls in my family.
Don't freak out, I swear- it's normal!
I heard that Mom is making you guys listen to her read my posts, so I thought that I would write to you.
I'm coming back. No you can't have my room. Or my CD's. Or my Netflix cue.
Speaking of that, sorry that it didn't work out...
Also, sorry about going on the Autobahn. I can hear you complaining from over here!
I mean, come on it's not like we broke 100 m.p.h.'s, or anything!
Yes, N-brother, I did get pictures of the tigers at the zoo. No they aren't very good, or very close, but they were the best I could do.
For the last time, I am coming back. So there.
I'll be comeing home soon, and You better miss me, 'cause when we get home, we have some....Catching up.... to do.
Say hi to the dog for me, (or else. :-)) Don't let Mom throw away all the comics, and make sure that my shows get taped. (Again, or else.)
See you soon! (ish.)
First thing I saw coming into London Airport? An Oregon Ducks T-Shirt.
First thing leaving Hamburg Airport? A poster for two of my favorite TV shows, NCIS, and Criminal Minds.
"Sakrileg" A book that has faced controversy many times. Once by two authors who claimed that the author stole ideas from them, and once frmo teh church who thinks that it's Sacrilage. Was mad einto a movie with Tom Hanks.
"Illumanetti" Prequal to Sakrileg.
Did you know that you get change from the buses over here?
-That's all for today!
Thursday: Slept in, (YEAH!!!) then did some homework. Took a bus to Haus im Park (House and Park) which is kind of like the River Road Park District on steroids. (Computer courses, physical therepy, and more,) where we talked to some friends of my Grannie-Annies- or actually, they talked. I pretended to listen.
Seriously, learn the freaking language before you go anywhere. I didn't really have enough time to learn it between the time I learned I was going, and the time we went, and it is a pain in the butt.
Oh, we saw something cool. It's called a 'smart,' and it's a safe, small little car that get's great gas mileage.
It will never be brought into the U.S. as long as the Oil companies have their way.
<- A smart
We saw a smart car parked in an... Unusual way while we were here. (The smart car will be red) there were two cars parrallell parking up to the curb, - and -. The smart car was between tehm, like -I-, and still not in the street...
Anyway. Oh yeah, then we went to a WW2 memorial church, church of St. Nikolai, which was pretty cool. If you can read German. There was a picture of the street my Grannie Annie lived on,and you can see how bombed out it was.
Then we walked around for a bit. (It was really windy, and really really cold.) We ate dinner at a pub.
Yes, a pub. And I have a picture & coasters to prove it.
Well, that's all folks!
Type to you soon!
It's a little hard to tzpe on this German computer..Everything is all mixed up! The Y is where the Z is on American kezboards, so I type Y for Z all the time.... They also have the Ä, and the ß, and the Ö. I ilke the Ö. It looks like a person who is suprised.
(BTW; Next time anzbodz goes to a foreign countrz, learn the language, it makes life a lot easier.)
Anzwaz, we went to HAGENBECK!!! Hagenbeck is a yoo that has Giraffes, and Elephants, (I got to pet one!!! An elephant, I mean,) and GUINEA PIGSSS!!!! Zes! That's right! There was a giant GUINEA PIG!!!! enclosure!
Onlz in Germanz....
DA GUINEA PIGS!!!!
Hello from Hamburg everybody!
Sorry that I didn't update on Friday! Believe it or not, I was still on the plane...
Thursday/Friday: No- really. What happened was that we went from our fair city to San Francisco, then from there we had a five hour delay. Then we took an nine (or so) hour flight to London. We got there around four A.M. O.T. (Our time) and noon-ish London time. Then we took a one and a half hour flight (ish) to Hamburg, where I immidiatly went to bed, as time-zone changes make one very very tired.
Saturday: I slept in until about nine. the I got ready to go to a friends of my Grandmother's, Frau Timmerman, only she told me that I couldn't call her that, so now I have to call her Hani. She took us to a traditional breakfast at her place, of bread (still warm!) meats, cheeses, and really good milk. We ate, and talked- I think that I like German breakfasts, the people talk to each other! The only problem was that some of the time all the adults spoke in German- which I don't really understand. Because one of the teachers has dibs on the terms "Happy Fuzzy Bunny Time" from now on, German breakfasts are "Happy Fuzzy Kitty Time." Then we went to the market where they don't have escalators- I mean, it's like that, but it's not steps, and you can take your cart right up it! I'll post a picture sometime. Hani then bought me Marzipan potatoes. :-) I haven't tried them yet.
My dad and I went for a walk... Had some (really good) icecream, and saw this nice little internet cafe, from which I post now, but, alas, parting is such a sweet sorrow, so farewell until I type more tomorrow,
We are going to Germany.
We are going to fly over the North Pole (!) to get to our destination, as long as no crazy terrorist tries to bomb the plane over aforementioned North Pole. I'm sure the polar bears would just love that. In case such an unlikely event is to occur, I have decided to post my Last Will and Testament here on LiveJournal:
To my brothers: You can pick over my books, if you want to, I guess.
To Rica-Chan: Anything/Everything is to be divided between you and all of my friends.
To my parents: My body is to be cremated (after donating my organs,) and my ashes are to have a MySpace page.
All morbid jokes aside, this is going to be a real adventure.
...And I just wish that I actually understood German...
We are going because it is my Papa's (yes, he's my dad, but I call him 'Papa.' Deal with it,) thirty-something-ish High School reunion. Yeah!
In this journal will be my place where I will post entries from Germany, in hopes that my teachers will read it, and know that I am not slacking off. If you are reading this, teachers of mine;
That's not really my last will and testament, and I don't need to see the psychiatrist.
****Very Importent!! Due to the fact the computer situation is kind of iffy in Germany, this could be a total waste of time, and I might not actually get to post at all while I'm over there, but I'm going to try.****