So, here I am in Munich, having had a fulfilling, enriching three months in England, and a delightful, draining two weeks in Europe. Last night we took a train from Venice (which was somewaht disappointing) and woke up in Munich (which was better than expected). We took another train into the Alps this morning, to go on a tour which included a visit to Neuschwanstein Castle (fairytale-like), a bike ride to "Swan Lake", and an "Alpine slide" (cross between GT and bobsled, but in the summer). It was sweet. Krissy shelled out 130 euros to go para-gliding, which I gather was amazing, though the G-forces made her vomit (literally).
Right now, though, I am sitting in the busy bar of our hostel, which doubles as the internet cafe, wondering why I feel like I am in the world but not of the world. All around me, people are partying, but it's not an atmosphere that I can really interact in. This is not necessarily a sign of great spiritual purity, perhaps more a sign of a nerdy personality. I like 'silliness" and good times with my friends, but I don't feel fit here. Maybe that is a good thing; maybe I need more boldness; maybe both.
Anyway, I am just wishing I didn't have to miss the training weekend going on right now in the States for my missions trip to Bangladesh. I am happy to be here with Kristen, but we could soo have cut a day in Venice, maybe another day somewhere, if I had only known. I know she would not have minded going home a bit sooner! I am really excited to grow in a completely new way on that trip, and to meet some amazing new people -- my group members and actual Bangladeshis. . . . fundraising ideas, anyone?
I also can't wait to get home and see everyone! 72 hrs!
My eyes are burning and I have to get out of here.
Auf Wiedersehen
Friday, April 21, 2006
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
oh my
4:55 -- The time I woke up this morning.
6:41 -- The time I got on the train to London.
2 - The number of family members who joined me in England today.
1:00 -- The time I hope to go to bed tonight.
5 -- The number of NEW countries I expect to visit in the next 2.5 weeks.
4 -- The number of days I have left in England.
35 -- The number of goodbyes I must say in those days.
7000 -- The number of words I must write by Saturday.
06/o4/1985 -- The date of my birth.
21 -- The age I will attain tomorrow.
I am so happy and so blessed and so sad and so stressed.
Oh and. . .
0 -- The number of posts I can promise to make between now and April 25. (I'll try, but don't count on it.)
6:41 -- The time I got on the train to London.
2 - The number of family members who joined me in England today.
1:00 -- The time I hope to go to bed tonight.
5 -- The number of NEW countries I expect to visit in the next 2.5 weeks.
4 -- The number of days I have left in England.
35 -- The number of goodbyes I must say in those days.
7000 -- The number of words I must write by Saturday.
06/o4/1985 -- The date of my birth.
21 -- The age I will attain tomorrow.
I am so happy and so blessed and so sad and so stressed.
Oh and. . .
0 -- The number of posts I can promise to make between now and April 25. (I'll try, but don't count on it.)
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Bath Trip
So, the morning after the play -- despite being prodigiously tired -- Carly and I hopped on the train to Bath! And I am so glad we did; it was just the refreshing weekend I needed. My only regret is that we didn't spend more time in beautiful Didcot Parkway, shown above.
Glena Chadwick, our beloved costume mistress and language coach, who sewed my donkey head the afternoon of the performance! And she told us stories about meeting Lewis (she used to walk her dog through his backyard), Tolkien (she was his stalker before he was famous), Ian McKellen, and John Cleese (classmates at Cambridge). Well, we pretty much dragged three of the four out of her. She is modest.
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