10 February 2008...8:29 pm
mein zimmer
I was so pumped when I got my room assignment upon arrival. After having lived in hell-holes for a few years, and especially after having had to share a room with two other people last semester in Washington, D.C, my standards were understandably lowered.
When I got there (after having taken a car, a plane, a bus, and walking), I did the whole check-in thing, until I realized that I had forgotten my huge bag with all my clothes on the airport bus. It was only the first day and I had already done something idiotic. The front desk had to call the bus company and find out when that specific one would return again. It turned out I only had a half hour, so I booked it back to the central station, ran outside of it, and the bus was just about to leave. When I went in to grab my suitcase, all the people were laughing at me.
After finally returning, bag in tow, they showed me around a bit and gave me my keys. The dorm building isn’t big, and there are only 10 rooms or so, which made me feel even worse when I got lost trying to find #26. Turns out that Germans number the ground floor (what would be our “first” floor) as 0, so if you’re looking for a room that begins with 1, e.g. 12, it would be on the second floor. So, in reality, I’m on the third and have to now haul ass up three flights of stairs a day. It’s good for my figure, I shouldn’t complain
Notice the box of smacks. That door leads to my little deck. That’s where I check the temperature every morning by walking outside because I’m too lazy to convert Celsius to Fahrenheit.
This is the view from my deck when I wake up. I love Europe.
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