23 August 2009

ein sehr sehr lang Tag

week2 = big trip to Bodensee. big trip = waking up at 5am to meet the bus at 6:15 and not getting home 'til Mitternacht. not to complain, but i'm not a huge fan of group trips like this. you get all rushed and stuff. still, it was fun.

[morning fog]

first stop was old castle ruins. we had breakfast here on top of a hill looking down on the country side. the morning had a nice bit of fog going on, but by the time we had the nice aerial view, it was all gone. breakfast was nice. waiting a two hour bus ride for it was pretty painful. add 20 minutes on an incline. i ate two bread rolls with cheese, a pint of Joghurt, a Banane, a Bretzel and a cup of OJ, Milche and Kaffee (separately). sehr hungrig!

i didn't get the chance to walk around much, because i thought we were supposed to be hanging out together and would then have more time. nope. breakfast, group picture and then back down the hill. we spent an equal amount of time waiting on everyone to use the bathroom.

[Frühstück at Hohentwiel]

stop two: Konstanz. been here before. very beautiful. the architecture is quite stunning. didn't get a lot of pictures of the stuff i like because we had a group game of treasure hunt taking us to certain points. my group got distracted at die Kirche and took the time to walk to the top. by then we had to find a place to eat before meeting with the big group for the boat ride. let me just say, i love Italians! there is never a dull moment with Alice (ah-LEE-chey), Giorgio, Gianluca, Erika and Dario. fast forward to the bus ride home: everyone else is tired as shit, Gianluca breaks out his cell phone and starts playing Italian electronica while we're basically dancing in the back of the bus.

[Dario, Jessica and Gianluca in Konstanz]

Konstanz brought back a lot of unwanted memories of Asshole-E. on a happier note, i realized how attached to the water i have become living eastern NC. i saw a lot of people afraid of being on a boat and freaked out about me sitting on the railing. gotta love that air rushing off the water through your hair. Bodensee is a very big lake. not the ocean, but kinda close; TONS of sailboats and there always seems to be a Zeppelin in the air. btw, Friederichschafen was the site of the first Zeppelin flight.

[the vineyards of Bodensee]

there was something about the different types of boats. i felt like i got a little glimpse of the owner's character by what type they had. i kept seeing a certain style sailboat that was always leaning rather sharply, yet the occupants looked so at ease with how close the edge was to the water. sehr sexy! where is a man to take me sailing? ...and on a Stocherkahn. ;)

[my favourite sailboat]

we then had a quick stop in Friederichschafen. i was bummed we didn't get to see the Zeppelin museum. we basically just got off the boat and onto the buses for Weingarten. there was the infamous Orgel. 6,666 pipes! Die Basilica was goregeous, but i wasn't impressed with the music, just the organ itself. i instantly felt heartache for the music building and all our amazing professors. not to mention, Colin Andrews when he used to play for my mom's church. i wanted Bach's "Toccata and Fugue" in all it's glory! i've been singing in our little Sommerchor once a week, but it's nowhere near as serious as the SoM. got to get some information on Camerata Vokalis here at Tübingen during the regular school year.

[die Orgel in Weingarten]

the next part was killer. the ride from Weingarten to the Höchsten Berggasthof (for amazing Schwäbish dinner) was through beautiful rolling hills that reminded me of PA, complete with passing through tiny little towns AND at least 50 motorcycles passed our bus! it was the perfect day for riding and there are so many riders everywhere, everyday. all i can think about is how much of my riding knowledge i'm losing. you have no idea. heartbreaking.

the last leg was pretty gruesome. from Weingarten to Höchsten was at least an hour, plus our bus got lost. then it was at least another two hours home. like i said, long day.

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