Mameee In Pahreee

Soo this is long overdue, lol. I had been pacing my room back and forth anticipating the day for my mom to arrive. The time had finally come and on March 23rd after standing at the train station for over an hour and half.... she appeared! The joy in my heart to see her in person was overwhelming (SKYPE sometimes doesn't cut it). Now, as expected she got lost but refused to let me meet her at the airport because that would have given me an excuse to not go to class. Once she arrived she crashed for like 6 hours which completely disrupted the meticulous plans I had for our first day, but who cares... She was here! When she awoke we headed to the Hippopotamus Restaurant which had some banging potato soup (i know this bc on my first day in Cergy I was beyond sick and this was all I could eat). The experience... quite interesting, lol bc for some reason WELL DONE to the French still means allowing it to be a pink burger->Not what I really wanted my mom to experience about the amazing French cuisine.  After Dinner, we headed into Paris to see the Eiffel Tower in all of its glory. Now I have been there many of times but honestly it was amazing to enjoy the view with my mom with her first trip behind the Bahamas and S/O to my older brother Joe for making that happen (love you bro!)
The second day was meant for the Champs Elysee and a search to find Disney Paris tickets (which did not happen because they were beyond expensive). I was excited because she would see the great  and oh soo magnificent Haagen Daz store.... funny thing is out of all the flavors in the world that they offered Vanilla Swiss Almond was not one of them, lol. Guess we really can't beat the Walgreens raincheck system. After the Champs- Elysee the walking in Paris started to get to us both so we hopped on the first Sightseeing bus available. Honestly it was definitely a learned experience for me because I saw parts of Paris I didn't know existed (when I was awake to see them).  We got off at the Notre Dame and so began  her infatuation with all of the Souvenir shops. Now I'm talking walking in each store to look at all the products and then coming back after finding the best price. After seeing Notre Dame, we headed to Moulin Rouge... somewhat of an odd experience going into sex shops on the strip with your mother... i.e. I literally was covering my eyes and hiding on the opposite side of the store, lol.
We went to Montmatre which was a beautiful sight and Haagen Daz for a second time.  Time well spent!
Towards the second part it turned into another rainy day and trip to Pompidou (which left my canvas shoes soaking wet). Pompidou is hands down just a raw ass musuem... period. Although I did discover that my mom struggles with taking photos, lol. It took her like 3 times to catch the lights in a photo.
My favorite moment was taking the trip to the TOP of Eiffel which was an experience that we shared seeing that I had yet to go to the top since my arrival. It WAS FREEZING up there (and my feet were wrapped in plastic and paper towels due to the rain and my not soo good canvas shoes... leave it to mama for them good remedies). Words really can not express the beauty and honestly you see why it's called the City of Lights.


The time I had with my mom marked a highlight of my trip here for sure. When she left Tuesday, I shed a slight tear... (if that means I cried a lil bit of alot, lol). That train ride back from the airport was when I realized she was definitely on her way home to the States and I had another 2 months here. I am beyond grateful for her being able to come and God knows we had a blast while she was here. I definitely can't wait to get back and spend my first summer in the Chi since high school... #GOODTIMES.

Fallas and Firecrackers!

Spain... simply put they get it krakkin on a whole different level. But let's start from the beginning....

I didn't sleep the night before my flight to Barcelona because I had to leave my dorm at 5am to make it all the way to the airport in Beauvais, France for my 11am flight. Good thing, I left early because due to Ryan Air's cheapness you have to print your tickets out online and you can't pick them up at the counter (WTF it's an airport). So when I arrived they were sending me to all the different terminals to look for the printing station and I quote, "might work"... What do you mean MIGHT, I dropped 45 euro on this flight, so I was getting on that plane. Luckily, the machine printed my tickets after I did some reckless internet searching so I was able to get on my plane. 

Now I tried to pick a hostel that was close to the metro stop... but as always I got lost. Turns out it was a 2 blocks from where I started but unfortunately no one spoke English and the maps were beyond confusing so I took a cab. My hostel was really nice (the best part being the FREE WIFI) and provided me with the perfect napping spot. After my nap, I hit the main street of Barcelona---> Las Ramblas. There was so much to see, with the street entertainment, music playing and all of the beautiful architecture. The best part about Las Ramblas is that it flows right into the coast line, so after about 30 or 40 minutes I was looking at the Mediterranean Sea.
After walking for about 6 hours, I headed back to the hostel and I was dead tired! I took another nap and now it was time for the Barcelona nightlife. I looked up a few clubs around Las Ramblas and set out on my walk. During this time, I discovered that all the black people in Barcelona apparently come out at night because they were EVERYwhere and during the day I saw specks through all the crowds of people. The funniest thing happened to me too... I apparently must have been walking in the not so great area of Barcelona as I got lost trying to find the club. There was this woman who seemed to be nicely dressed and was quite pretty... she started to blurt something to me in Spanish and from my expression I guess she understood I only knew English because that was her next question as she approached me. I answered yes and her immediate response verbatim, "20 dollars, fuck everything" o_O WTF, lol... I definitely had to decline because I think whatever dude brings his penis anywhere near her, it would just fall off. At that point, along with the fact that my feet wanted to fall off... I just made my way back to the hostel around 4a.m. to go to sleep.
Thursday now marked the day to head to Valencia... FALLAS! Now when I got to the train station I was thinking it would be like France and I could walk up to the platforms with my Eurail and get directly on the train without a reservation... they got me, lol! In Spain, they have security guards, baggage and reservation checks at the station. Considering I only had 20 minutes before the train and the people at the windows were acting slow, I missed my 1 o'clock train. So now I had to wait 3 hours for the next train which was cool because I got a kickstart on scholarship and job applications for the summer. BTW got an offer from GE Transportation in the Chicago area (BALLIN!)

Soo... I 've been typing this post for the past two weeks lol, so I need to sum this up quick.
Arrived in Valencia at some station and found a McDonald's with Wifi to contact Will. Luckily, he was on FB so I opened a chat and apparently he thought I was arriving Friday. Which means, I would have been stuck in a train station of Valencia because I had no idea where to go and I definitely didn't know a lick of Spanish.
So once we finally figured exactly where my train came in because all I knew was Joanna Sequillo or something like this was the name of the stop... I set out to walk toward the main station and lets just say I knew it was going to crack from that point on. There were people everywhere (except for black people, bc Spain has none and they make that known when they STARE you down, like forreal... I had to turn on 63rd street a couple times). We made it to his apartment, which was big as hell btw and started planning for Fallas Night 1. After hitting up a Kebab shop we picked up what has now become one of my favorite drink combos... Redbull and Vodka, apparently the 90/10 mix still leaves it tasting just like Redbull... killed a bottle between two people in less than an hour i.e. we were fucked up that first night. From the fireworks (which I took over 100 pictures of in 20 minutes) to the street party and the best effin fries with mildsauce (and it tasted just like mildsauce which is why I had 4/5 nights while I was in Valencia I have ever had!!
Friday consisted of waking up late in the afternoon and Will just forgetting all about Randy, who was coming into Valencia... basically Will sucks as a host, lbs. He got up made breakfast and just left a brother starving like a mofo. We toured the city and let our ears be blown off by the little six and seven year olds throwing M-80's every where. Yeah, apparently they don't care about they child's safety because they were encouraging their kids to play with mini-bombs... Definitely a different culture. Ended up buying a 2 bottles of vodka for Friday and they were finished between 3 people, so in two nights I probably had over a bottle to myself... Spain goes hard!

Virgin Mary made completely of flowers

Saturday was the big day for the Fallas and the city went crazy! Fireworks going off through all the neighborhoods and lighting up the sky. We decided to watch them set fire to Will's neighborhood Fallas and once again safety because we were about 15 feet from a 20 foot figure that they were going to set on fire. Once that bad boy was lit up, they got the picture too because my face was burning... and I thought my phone was going to melt in my hands. Shit was INTENSE! And I know I do alot of walking in Paris, but damn... we walked so much when I was in Spain. They like to walk and just keep meeting up with people, I prefer to walk and meet people at the club. But I did enjoy watching the Spaniards run from these fireworks called chasers... they light up everything else but they definitely didn't like these lil m'effers. Once lit, it shoots sparks everywhere and chases your feet. It was too damn funny watching crowds of people scatter at the sight of one.

Sunday consisted of sleep and a failed attempt to return home to Paris, so I had to book a train ticket for Monday which was cool with me because a brother was in First Class and it was niiiceee. The seat reclined all the way back, they gave me a toothbrush, a bag, and a blanket. It was a good ride home.

C'est la vie avec mon famille!

Before I set out on my journey to Strasbourg for another great weekend in my Europe life... I made a pitstop in Metz to chill with Danielle considering we hadn't seen each other in weeks (i.e. she missed my birthday... but no hard feelings)! The funniest conversation was our walk to the grocery store to buy stuff for dinner, as Danielle put it "about all our 'dislikes' but don't worry we enjoy our 'experiences'". We had a blast that night and hung out with Dani's classmates for the dinner party. There were a lot of good laughs (I want to say why but Danielle may kill me, lol) and watched the Wedding Crashers.

Friday I set out for Strasbourg to finally meet my host family after 3 YEARS! My train ride consisted of watching episodes of RENO 911... which is by far one my favorite shows---HI- LAR-I-OUS! When I arrived I was greeted by Baptiste and who I thought for the first 10 minutes of the car ride back to Gerstheim was his older brother Julian... turns out, it was his younger brother Victor with a hair cut, LOL. The car ride back consisted of trying to decipher American slang. Baptiste recalled when we were in high-school I called somebody "thirsty" and wanted me to explain. Let's just say this was beyond impossible because I don't know how to explain thirsty without using more slang... For example, my first  explanation for it was "You're doing too much" but clearly that does not translate well into French. Then I tried putting it into story form... "So there is a guy that really likes this girl and keeps buying her shoes, flowers, clothes, and spending all of his money on her but she doesn't like him at all"---they took that as thirsty meaning you like somebody very much, making my explanations a FAIL so we definitely had a good laugh about this.

Once we made it to the house... the night was set out for Folk Dancing at a bar in Ernstein, a nearby town. Now y'all know my realms of dancing consist of Salsa and Hip Hop... maybe a little quirky modern but Folk Dancing? o_O We got there I got a beer and the people set up to start playing music... Before I knew it MamAnnie (that's what I call my host mom) had me on the dance floor and joining the circle. It was by far one of the best dance experiences I have had! Your feet get to moving and the arm swings and quick turns... We left after about 3 good hours at the place and I was drenched in sweat.

Saturday included a breakfast (which I missed because I was beyond tired from Folk Dancing), but I made it down for a great lunch. After that, me, Baptiste, and Victor set out for their boy scout troop that they lead every weekend. This adventure consisted of going in the forest and playing a game, which the instructions I could not understand because they were in French but once I saw the kid start counting down and everybody running into the forest, I understood... We all know black people run and ask questions later, lol! I dashed off and made my way for the furthest tree that I could hide behind, however forgetting that I was still wearing the bright orange Illinois hoodie I have! After a while, I realized I should probably choose to stay a little closer considering they cover their eyes and count down from 10 and thats all the time you have to make it back to them. We played this for about an hour or so, and I probably made it back once, lol.

Once we got back to the house I had to take a nap because I was sooo tired. I awoke and proceeded downstairs to watch TV with the family and enjoy our Franglish conversations from politics, to Japan, to crazy French commercials. For dinner on Saturday, we had a crepe maker and got to personalize our crepes. I'm talking everything from ham and cheese, apricot jelly, to fruits and berries I can not pronounce. By far a tradition I will definitely have with my family... it was one of the best dinners of my life! Every time one of the brothers offered me water saying "You 'thirsty'?" We would all start rolling (another slang term which I probably can not explain... "rolling"--- meaning laughing very much)

That night we headed to the movies to see "True Grit" and it was decent. The movie was in english but the man was speaking in complete gibberish so I found myself reading the french subtitles too. BTW, the popcorn/candy packages are so much better than America's.

Sunday consisted of me waking and a little saddened by the fact that it was my last day. We ate some type of special bread they baked which was on point (<---another slang term here) and since Baptiste had to leave around 5 to go back to school we decided to go see Chateau de Frankenburg. It's a castle in the mountains and what was really cool was that I could see Chateau de Koneisburg, which we visited in high school, from there. First we drove up the mountain, but then had to park because you couln't drive the rest of the way. We got out the car (we parked by YAKS!---crazy cool) and Baptiste was pointing out the castle through the trees saying where it was, however I could not see a thing through all of those trees. We damn near hiked a mile and a half to get to the castle ruins. By the time we got there I was sweating and had to unzip my jacket and was about to take off my hoodie, lol. But once we reached the top... the view was AMAZING! Honestly I would take that 1.5 mile hike any day!

After the castle we went to a small little coffee shop just in town and I think I might have introduced the family to cheese cake (which is 10 times better in France... it was so rich and smooth). We dropped Baptiste off, had one more dinner at the house and before I knew it, it was time for me to come back to Paris.

Seeing my host family again was an experience that I was so blessed to have and that I am beyond grateful for. It amazes me how wonderful people can truly be and I love them sooooo much. Merci pour tout!

'Appy 'Irfday to ME: Why am I singing this alone, LOL

View of Bern Switzerland

The monumental 21st birthday of RSSJ was spent in the land of the Swiss (which is too damn expensive, lol). First stop on Friday the 4th was Bern after a 4.5 hour train ride. The city is built on hills, so me being a citizen used to the flat Illinois terrain... Switzerland presented a problem! Getting to my hostel proved to be a trial because, me and my lack of common sense as my ma would say forget to write the address to my hostel down and clearly my phonetics don't match the Swiss' at all, so I spent 20 minutes trying to get the taxi cab driver to understand where I was going. My hostel happened to be along the river which was really beautiful, however it was unfortunately DOWN hill from the city-centre. So after unpacking I had to make the hike back up... and lets just say I stopped to talk to a few of the stray cats along the way, cus that shit was INTENSE. Once, I made it up the hill... Three main goals: Einstein House (connect to the subject I hate the most i.e. physics, lol), Buy a watch, and the Clock Tower. It was really cool walking through the Einstein House and seeing the couch and tables where he once sat and ate. And apparently for the folks in Switzerland, the Einstein look is wats up because I saw hella dudes with unkempt gray hair and those mustaches! The clock tower was amazing to see and I did happen to find the watch that I most desperately wanted. However, I walked away and couldn't find the store again... *sadface* So after my day tours I went back to the hostel to skype only to discover that my Euro- wall adapter apparently does not apply to Switzerland *double sadface*. I could have sworn they were in the European Union as well, so with my computer dead after one Skype session with Jessica, I had to turn to the evening plans to a club.  After my search I found a club in the city, so I got dressed and made my way back up the hill around 10pm. I stopped at McDonalds (which was my only choice of meals because I was being cheap and that was equivalent to 12 dollars) and then headed to the club. Now, WTFITS.... I get into the club and there is literally no one there with a piece of facial hair... I felt like I walked into a high school dance, so clearly I had to dip. I spent that evening walking downhill and praying to God as my 21st birthday approached!

Nupey Pik

Happy Birthday to me, Happy birthday to me... what went through my mind as I woke up Saturday! I happen to have a very interesting breakfast to start my interesting day! I woke up to find that, and I don't wanna sound racist.... BUt one of the damn Asians in my hostel room stole my glasses... come on now, lol! I was mad but it isn't like they were RayBan's, so I got over it. For my birthday breakfast I had cereal with sunflower seeds in it... o_O Once breakfast was over, made my way to the train station for stop #2- Lucerne, Switzerland! It was so beautiful and I definitely enjoyed all of my 3 hours there. There was a festival going on and I was greeted by people dressed in all costumes and the sounds of a band playing in the distance. So me being me, I followed the sound and lets just say that band was cracking... they played Rolling in the River! As I continued to walk through the festive streets, I saw some cool clocks in a window that had star placements for zodiac, etc. Above all I found the H&M, lol So my bday was  going great!

This was good

That afternoon, I embarked on the journey to my last birthday destination, Zurich. I arrived and got soooo lost trying to find my hotel... the cab drivers wouldn't give me a ride because they kept saying it was right down the street but that damn thing was hiding from me! So after a few pitstops in random hotels and restaurants for directions, I finally made it there. Let's just say my Hotel was Ballin'! It definitely put a nice touch on my birthday... My room had a TV with two English Channels #FTW I spent my afternoon watching MTV and CNN, before taking a well deserved nap. Once I awoke from my nap, it was time to the hit the city! The churches and sites were phenomenal to see and on my way I saw this upscale cupcake shop... I figured no one else was going to buy me birthday cake so I celebrated with 2 red velvet cupcakes from the Cupcake Affair and they were sooooooooo good. A wonderful gift to myself and on top of that the shopping in Zurich: ON POINT, lol. After, walking around for a few hours (more hills included) I went back to the hotel to make my Skype BDAY Calls and check the FB wall. Honestly, this was definitely one of the highlights of my birthday... knowing that people truly do care and love is a good thing. After a nice chat with fam and friends, I had to get ready for the club connected to my hotel, called XTRA for Latin night. In short words, the club was KRAKKing... and apparently I was Kid Cudi for the night (must be the glasses that I had to replace at the nearest H&M thanks to those Asians, lol). However, the downfall was that I had no cash and the club excepted no cards so I was drinkless which is not an option for a 21st. So after an hour or so at the club I made my way to the Hotel's bar and ordered my first two drinks... A long island and a hurricane! To say the least I was alotta tipsy when I left there so my bday night was well spent.

Last Weekend of Break: Scared White Ladies and all

So considering that much of my vacation time had been postponed due to my lack of French speaking abilities and SFR(thats the internet company) I decided to spend my weekend it Paris and visited Ibrahim!

I got there a little early and the funniest thing happen when I approached his apartment building entrance. It was about 4pm and this little old white French lady started to approach the door... me being cautious (trying to avoid giving her any signs of trouble) stood back to let her enter the door! She kindly entered the code while glancing over her shoulder back at me and I must say, she probably scraped the skin off her knee caps and nose trying to hurry and close the door behind her while peering at me through the glass. So to be funny, I entered the code and walked right in behind her, lol (I know its bad!) But really lady, come on... you think I would rob you in broad day light with glass doors to your apartment building. But that was just my welcoming experience into Paris once again!

I called up Ibrahim to discover that he wouldn't be done with research until 6:30 so that gave me time to tour the neighborhood! I loved all the little shops of random quirky stuff, and when I actually put myself up to it... I will start buying people's souvenirs. I checked out the mall too, and I have come to the conclusion that French neighborhood malls are just better, but maybe thats becuase my neighborhood mall is Ford city, LOL!

Starbucks seat from 3 years ago!

Once I met up with Ibra, we took a trip to the Louvre... for the exclusive visiting time for city residents only... (this made me feel like a true Parisian!) Walking through the Louvre didn't seem as overwhelming from the first time I went back in high-school... Although I did get lost like 5 times and on one of those journeys, GET THIS, I saw two people I know from UIUC! WTF I am in the biggest museum of the world, during exclusive hours, on a Friday night, and I see two people I know... this world is truly small! Got to see the Mona Lisa, as close as you can get to it's nice and all but the whole big fascination especially when the picture directly opposite is HUMONGOUS (come on people!) The highlight of my Louvre trip was getting to take a picture on the exact sofa (at least I think it was) in the same spot of a starbucks me and my friends chilled in high school 3 years ago!

My Mona and nem' pose lol

Why does no one see me with that 5x7 across from me LOL

L'HOMME... all this for MENS SHOPPING! #FTW

After the Louvre, we did some intense window shopping in downtown Paris and it makes me want my engineering job NOW! You have Gucci, Louie, and POLO  (Black Label) chillin on the same block. The best thing about downtown shopping is this HUGE mall that has two buildings connected and one is completely dedicated to L'HOMME! I haven't been in there yet but I pray God keeps my wallet intact, lol!

Then we had dinner at McDonald's with a nice discussion about my educational future.. (debate over me taking Phys 212 again---DEATH OF ME) we headed back to his place and he discovered Lil Kim's new video dissing Nicki Minaj! Now I would have never thought in a million years I would be defending Nicki Minaj in any type of circumstance... However I feel that Roman's Revenge was a better song than that of Lil Kim's! Ibrahim being the person he is (a frikkin PhD owner) wanted to breakdown things all scientifically, without the basis of understanding the metaphors from Nikki's verses, LOL!

So after, about an hour of this I checked my email and what do I see... An internship offer from GE, which threw me into worship mode because this was definitely not a part of my expectations at all!  With that Ibrahim decided he was going out (mind you it was 3AM already) but I stayed in skyped with my ship, and watched a movie...

Saturday marked one of my favorite days in Paris----I TOOK A HIP HOP CLASS AT STUDIO HARMONIC! Funny how a language barrier totally disappears with dance! It was so much fun and I definitely enjoyed being in the company of other dancers.. makes me =D

LOVE's Reflection

I spent the last week of my break trying to figure out my internet situation, which didn't get figured out finally until YESTERDAY! I insisted on informing these people that I did not have the wall connection necessary, only to discover after a week it was hidden behind my gigantic shelving unit! #sadface

On a better note, I also spent my last week of break delving deeper into the word of God... with my new book "Crazy Love" by Francis Chan (lol at first I typed Chris Francis and realized that was completely wrong) and if you want to be amazed check out this vid here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Ya12I036lg.

Chapter  5 discussed LOVE, and what it truly means. It got me thinking about how we get so indulged in ourselves... We forget to love (the right way!) I took the verse, as Francis stated, from 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 "Love is patient and kind; Love does not envy or boast; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, endures all things. Love never ends.... faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is Love." and inserted my name in place of the word love, and it literally brought me to tears. This is how we should live each and every day carrying out Christ's greatest command... To Love each other!

Another part of Chapter 5 discussed how we should always be running after GOD, because if we are running how can we ever fail! He used the analogy of trying to race and eat a box of twinkies... at some point you will have to choose (question is we often times indulge in that twinkie and stop our legs from moving) This thought brought new meaning to one of my favorite songs by Tye Tribbett, "Chasing after YOU" Which is my profession to Christ... I will be running and seeking God for all of my days!

GLORY!

I guess the streets of France ARE really confusing...

So today was a day to remember! I went into Paris in search of dance studio's which was unsuccessful... but nonetheless, I found another favorite train stop known as Bastille! The Opera House is located here and its full of shops, stores, and some good night life! My favorite part were all the furniture stores, with the extravagant displays (never too early to get ideas for my Condo when I'm making bank!) which have brought me to the conclusion that IKEA 'aint' got shit on France!

Now, the more interesting part of day came on my ride home.  Apparently there is some problem with the RER A trains (equivalent to the Metra) in Paris/Cergy. So this morning it all went well although I forgot to get off the train the first time so I ended back up where I started (no worries, it was only two stops). However, this evening I got to the train stop to transfer to the buses that they have working in between the stops that can't be accessed for the past couple days... The bus driver got to the the first stop OK, or at least it seemed so because I was in tune with the Lonnie Hunter playing on my ipod! Then I felt the bus jerk a few too many times and looked up to find out he'd made a wrong turn. Now I'm thinking, no biggie, it's just  wrong turn. THEN, he enters a traffic circle and find myself losing my balance due to the centripetal acceleration because he has gone around not once or twice, but THREE times! And at this point the whole bus and I had caught on... and I look up, this dude is on a cell phone trying to get directions: YOU'RE A BUS DRIVER... SHOULDN'T YOU KNOW YOUR WAY AROUND THE CITY! But, after about 3 or 4 OR 5 more wrong turns and traffic circles, we ended up at the station. Luckily, the gospel playing on my I-pod could only bring me to laugh at the situation and say "Merci et Au revoir" to the bus driver. I guess the streets are not just confusing for tourists... but also for those that are supposed to know them like the back of their hand!

Amsterdam.... Enough Said!

I finished "A Free Life" during my train ride to and from Amsterdam.... which was crazy! The city was beautiful and the "scenery" was wild. They have girls/ people getting it crackin in the windows like it's nothing. Found out you have to smoke cigarettes in a glass box because it's illegal however, you can smoke weed wherever/whenever you want o_O. And speaking of the herbs... Amsterdam has it like no other! There are seed stores and coffeeshops on almost every corner! Another thing, was that you barely see any cars at all! The city is full of bikes, trams, row boats,  and buses (I guess there is enough going on in the air without car emissions added to the mix).

First view from the train station

Graffiti Here is Amazing

YES people, its a bank for all kinds of seeds!

But of all of this, Amsterdam had an effect on me for the better! One day I will go back and maybe see the place in a new light!

RANDOMS!

I Finished Harry Potter- 7 books, 7 weeks.... and by far some of the most amazing reading I have ever done. J.K. is a beast when it comes to writing and honestly I wish the series didn't stop... Now I get to watch all the movies over and see whats different!
Now I'm reading "A Free Life" by  Ha Jin and it is a really good book! I'm delving into the lives of Chinese immigrants trying to find their way creating their identity while seeking the American Dream.

I went to the movies to see "Black Swan"--- This was a really great show. I loved the movie and the message of it! It was awkwardly disturbing but thats what drew me into it...

Journey to America: Part 2- Germany

“Ohhhhh Germany, how did you almost eff’’ up my entire life!”

We woke up in Brussels, missed our first train and were on our way to a city called Kaiserslautern, where we didn’t have an address to the Ball because Google sucked and Danielle’s aunt had to return to the states for an Emergency. We didn’t have a place to stay and had no idea how to speak a lick of German, and I’m talking not even how to say hello!

But by the grace of God, with Danielle data roaming we found a hostel on our train 10 minutes before our stop with the hopes that it was close to us! We got off the train in Kaiserslautern past 7pm, while the ball which we still didn’t know the location of had started at 6pm.  We went to the taxi man who spoke no English and showed him the paper with the address of our hostel, hoping it was close by! He started driving and soon the meter reached 20 Euro and it didn’t look as if a hostel was coming up any time soon considering we were driving down long dark roads with what appeared to be woods on our left and right! Once I came to this sight, I started thinking… “I can not DIE in Germany… I didn’t tell my mother exactly what city in Germany I am in… Switch the Iphone to Emergency call with 112 ready( that’s the European Union emergency number)…” I gave Danielle that look at started thinking of everything that I had in my book bag , which was on my lap, that can be used as weapon: I started loosening my belt which would become my strangler, trying to think of ways to discretely get to my shoe strings.  Then the dude pulled into a part of the forest up to one of the gates that  you see on a farm that Jason is lurking in and was about to proceed to make a turn down this dirt road on our right, saying, “That way, that way” I said, “hell naw, turn around!!!” And On my left, Danielle was pulling out her mase and googling how to say, “Take me back to the station!” in German! Yes, people we were not about to be a feature of TAKEN #lbs! When he finally got back on the main road, we saw a building with some lights and then we saw children running around playing in a playground and we figured, “Aight we cool then!” We went into the hostel, which was really beautiful, and while the lady was checking us in started talking about our silent communications of how we would take down the taxi driver and steal his cab! LOL

When we finally checked into the hostel, I ordered wifi and proceeded to look for the address of the Armstrong Club, which was the location of the ball! We called a taxi and got dressed and when we said Armstrong’s Club luckily he knew where it was! At this point, all seemed well; We were looking good, on our way to the ball, and getting it cracking to the German radio station on our way!

THEN………………. We pulled up to the gate of an Army base, presented our passports and said we were there for the ball! The soldier looked at us and asked, “Do you have ID card?” and we were like, “No, we just have passports” and his response being, “Well, you can’t go in unless you have someone with an ID card with you.” So now we are standing at the gate stranded with no one to call inside the ball and Danielle’s cousin on a plane making her way to the states! Yeah, our wonderful weekend seemed to have come to a halt. Then Danielle made me start soliciting myself to passing cars, talking about I look good and that somebody will probably check us in…. FAIL! So we finally, got a number inside the club to the kitchen delivery services and one of the guys their helped us out so much by finding someone in the party upstairs and letting them know we were at the gate! After 45 minutes of waiting and debating whether to leave we were finally in the ball! IT WAS AMAZING!!!!

That night we stayed at Ms. Joyce’s crib, a woman of DST, and her house was Amazing! She had American television, the most comfortable couch, popcorn, Italian sparkling wine, and good convo! We spent our evening watching Princess and the Frog , SAW I (which made me realize just how old I was considering that came out when I was 14), and Madea Goes to Jail… clearly we barely wanted to sleep because we had a TV we understand!

The next day we went to the Airforce base and they had a place that was like a mall straight out of America... WITH AMERICAN FOOD!!!! I'm talking Captain Hooks and Mandarin Wok (which is what I enjoyed)! Unfortunately due to Danielle's obsession with Girl Scout Cookies (even though I had them for the time and they were good as hell) we missed our train by 2 minutes which meant skyping into my neophyte was not looking to happen!

So we caught a later train, ended up falling asleep on that train and had to schedule another train... At this point I was depressed because I knew there was no hope for my Neophyte...But, luckily Europe loves to give free wifi in restaurants and we found a Burger King where I could skype right outside the train station! So I threw on my tux and bowtie and skyped into the Neophyte at last. It marked one of the happiest days of my life and was a great ending to an AMAZING weekend.