After two weeks of backpacking through some of the bigger cities in the Southern Germany, I arrived in my new temporary home groggy but excited, my German a bit more easy to roll off my tongue than before. I stumbled and tripped over my words as I was exchanging pleasantries with my new boss and commenting on how nice the hotel looked where I would be working in for the next two months. After that he drove me and my backpack, which I had once again packed too full in an optimistic bout of self deception of my own strength, to the apartment that would be my temporary home. more “Sunday postcard from… Cochem, Germany”
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more “Sunday postcard from… Frankfurt. Germany”