Osterhofen - Das Day 1

Yesterday, we landed in the motherland - for Katharina that is.  To me it is just another country that has a habit of losing world wars.  Anyhowzer, the flight was fairly long, but not terrible.  No sleep but that made it easier to adjust to the time here.  Jet lag is over now.  Observations from the trip thus far:

1) Jet lag hits hardest when you aren't doing anything.  Sit still for 5 minutes and you're donesky.

2) No wonder the Germans make such good cars. If they didn't their race would die off from automobile accidents.  And I'm not even talking about on the autobahn. They are quite aggressive.

3) The only place I have seen more BMWs, Mercedes, and Audis is in the Mountain Brook High School parking lot.

Katharina's house is beautiful and made of glass. I threw a rock. Correction. Was beautiful.  Just kidding.  It is, but as beautiful as it is, we must leave tomorrow to head off on our wonderfully fantastic superistic adventure.  Oh, I tried white sausage (weiswurst).  It's not for me, but I tried it and ate an entire sausage (minus a bite). I will now let Katharina write as I go off to read How to Build a Time Machine.  Ciao - Sharp.

--That was all Sharp. As such, it is 100% stupid and irrelevant.  Just, ignore it. In all seriousness, we did get to Osterhofen safe and sound yesterday.  Gabrielle arrived today via a train from the Munich airport to Osterhofen.  We spent the day booking last minute hostels/hotels for the next 2 weeks in Paris, Versailles, Reims, Calais, Dunkirque, Brussels, Bruges, and AMSTERDAM!!! Sharp and Gabrielle did NOTHING to help, except to bug me (and perhaps help with one booking).  They did convince me to not stay at the "3 ducks," a hostel in Paris, which a reviewer noted had pigeons in the sink. I must have overlooked that review when booking - that booking, in the 13 other reviews screaming "This is sketchy, dirty, and grosssss."  Whatever, I can make ONE mistake. For that, I found an amazing HOSTEL in Cinque Terre from which we can branch out into the 5 coastal towns.  WOOhooooo.  I am tired. It is also 11:03 pm now and we have to get up in less than 7 hours to get on a train to Munich at 6:40 am.  Therefore, tis time to bid adieu.  Gute Nacht from Osterhofen. 

-- the K-train has spoken. Onto the other one, I forgot her name. the girl.

Hallo from Deutschland!  My name is Gabrielle, and I am over jetlag way more than the two of them, having just spent 10 days in Italy.  Osterhofen is nice.  The German countryside is very quaint, with white stucco houses with red roofs.  And lots of flowers - it seems like all of the houses have huge gardens with flowers (and garden gnomes, seriously).  Katharina's family made some German sauce for dinner that tasted really good, called "quark" but not pronounced like the physics term.

As an answer to "Sharp and Gabrielle did nothing":

1. There was only one computer.  Therefore, there was not much we could do.

2. Katharina would not let us touch said computer.

3. We did read the travel guide.  Kind of.  In between reading How to Make a Time Machine, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, www.postsecret.blogspot.com...

4. Katharina is so particular that she wouldn't let us do anything

5. We found the reviews for the 3 Ducks that indicated that the showers were moldy (and outdoor), the sinks contained pigeons, and the owners had a habit of rooming creepy old men in a room full of young girls

6. When Katharina is so willing to do everything, why should we bother?

We should potentially finish doing laundry (also, why do Germans think it's necessary to have a two-hour wash cycle?  Maybe that's why we won the war) and packing and stuff.  Gudd bei!

"Quit kissing up, stupid butt" - Katharina's final words