losing the ability to can

;askdlfa;da

I don't care that he's being sarcastic; this comment from my brother on facebook is the best thing in my life right now:
"Your coolness is immeasurable."

I AM FULL OF FEELINGS~

Nürnberg

I HAVE BEEN TO GERMANY!

Well, technically it's been a week since I was in Germany (and if you want to get reaaaally nitpicky about it, I've been in Germany once before, to visit Tante Freidl - but I was in grade four then, so that doesn't count for these purposes), but I'm just getting to the post now, because a) there's a lot to process and b) NO TIME OMG.

Let's start the journey!
( Nuremberg, part 1 )

PART 2

*He's also famous for writing the Mare Liberum, among other things, which formed the basis for international law. But he's most famous for the escape he orchestrated, involving his wife, a book chest, and a serving girl.

Nürnberg (2)

On Saturday, November 26th, at 8:00am local time, Hanna and I arrived in Nürnberg, in the German state of Bavaria. HOLY FUCKING SHIT, I still can't believe I was in ANOTHER FREAKING COUNTRY, like, NBD, NBD, just crossing fucking borders like a boss!
( Nürnberg, part 2 )

And so ended our first day in Nürnberg.

PART 3

*NOT a Dutch "coffee shop", but an actual coffee shop that sold coffee

Nürnberg (3)

Sunday, Nov. 27th, was an interesting day. And really awesome, in the original sense of the word.
( Nürnberg, part 3 )

Thus ended our second day in Nürnberg.

PART 4

*A note about the sleeping arrangements: it was cold in Mark's flat. Hanna and I shared a fold-out couch in the living room. We had a duvet and one extra flannel blanket each, and I still ended up sleeping in two pairs of pants, three shirts, and a sweater - and I used my jacket as a pillow. This may be TMI, but for posterity's sake, I just want to note that I did not change my pants or my tank top/bra for four days. Underwear, yes, socks, yes, but I had only packed one pair of thermal tights, and I wore them religiously.

**Two words: GERMAN BREAD. During the first few months of my exchange, I was always curious as to why people from other European countries constantly criticized Dutch bread, which to my knowledge seemed pretty much like Canadian bread, and no real cause for such disparaging remarks. NOW I KNOW WHY. German bread is like edible magic. I don't even know why it's so good, just that it is. Hanna and I bought the cheapest bread we could find, from the cheapest German grocery store (Norma, in case anyone's wondering) and it was still so delicious that it was basically all we ate during our trip. (But Dutch cheese is still the best, though.)

Nürnberg (4)

Ich und du, und noch ein [Bu], mein übriges Geld und die kleinen Kartoffeln.
  - I and you, and a young [boy], my leftover money and the little potatoes.

( Nürnberg, part 4 )

So we treated our hosts to a lovely dinner, and thanked them for all they had done for us. Then, it was time to bid Nürnberg goodbye and catch our bus back to the Netherlands. It was the end of a really fucking awesome journey. I'm ridiculously, stupidly happy I went, and I cannot freaking wait to travel again!

PHOTOS UP AT DUTCH MY LIFE (tag: Nuremberg entries)

*Or at least, as gaga as a Finnish woman ever actually goes...
**Although, in the "Sister City Market", there was a stall from Atlanta, USA; they were selling Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. I almost bought some, but then I thought I might actually die of lulz. :D