Fasten your seatbelts kids!

  The First three months I was here was a blur. Not only because of the partying, but the amount of things My German guest-brother Jan had planned for me. Needless to say my contact with my American allies were slim. When I arrived on the sixth of July, I was taken to Dinkelscherben, Germany where I am to live for the next three years with Jan and his parents, Franz and Friedereke Grass. I had been in Dinkel a whole 30 minutes before Jan (pronounced Yawn) and I were off to Lehmsgruppe, a local Clay quarry that was filled with water. On the way I purchased my first beer which is a pretty big deal, needless to say, for a 19 year old American.  After a pleasant day in the sun, I called it a night at 8 due to some killer jet-lag. 

  The days that followed brought similar experiences, and I learned the every day of German Culture (which from my experience) involves much less consumption of useless materials. The real mastercraft of these people however, is the beer. Seemingly, every town has their own brew and each towns brew is completely different from the last and full of flavor and rich in taste, it unfortunately, makes American beer taste like water but,  point is if you come to Germany the first thing to be done of the plane is buy a real genuine German beer.

  I started my Job three months ago and have to say that as much as I was told this job would be a real challenge, it's pleasantly refreshing and not near as difficult as construcion work. I have made quite a reputation for myself around work as "The Entertainer" in that I am clumsy and not the  brightest boy sometimes. On my second day at the bakery I attempted a show of strength by lifting four 25 kilo (about 220 pounds) of flour onto my shoulders and carrying it to my destination. All of the pastry chefs and bakers gathered around as I loaded all the bags onto my shoulders. I stood from my squat and took a step, it was much heavier then I had thought it would be but I could handle it, so I thought, I attempted a second step but it failed. The foot in midair, the weight of the bags shifted and I fell, without catching myself, onto my head and four bags of flour following closely behind. It was quite painful and I was quite disoriented. Instead of help and questions of concern I was greeted with full out laughs. 

  I suppose that this as my first blog post is a little sketchy, but more is to come and I think, since now I will be writing (typing more so) from day to day as apposed to just off memory, they should be a little better.

              

                                                         From left to right Friedereke, Jullian (Julie), Jan, And Franz