Last night a bunch of us from my apartment building went out to a club called Mecca. It is kind of in the middle of nowhere so its a little hard to get to a freaky to leave from but we managed. The club itself is pretty cool and modern, and they play all techno music and other freaky dance stuff, but we loved it. Haha. Just to be clear, the people who went were Chesky, Sarah, Pat, Andrew, Max and Alex Unger, Orange, Erinn, Kate, Donnie, and myself, so it was a pretty big group. By the way, it was soo cold last night, it was ridiculous. I left the club earlier than everyone else because of my flight this morning. I didn't have a jacket beacuse it was checked with Pat's bag. So I ventured out into the basically frozen tundra and made it to the tram stop about 15 minutes early. Horrible. By the time the tram came I was frozen and unhappy about it. I took that night tram to Charles Square in time to be able to wait for 30 minutes for the next tram. Naturally, I wasn't having that so I just booked it home. I am actually suprised that I didn't catch my death.
This morning I woke up early to catch the metro that would take me to the other metro which would take me to the bus which would take me to the airport. Bummer huh, but its free so whatever. After finally making it to the airport I had about and hour and a half before my flight left. From Prague I flew to Milan (and thought of Gerald the whole way) where I had a four hour layover before boarding my flight to Stuttgart. In Milan I got some delicious food and watched the many delicious males. Haha, well, actually, I only saw one impressive one, but believe me, I was watching! Haha. My flight to Stuttgart was enjoyable. But before we get into that, let me just say that our plane was propelled by actual propelars. I was super scared. Haha. I sat next a very nice German guy who kept speaking to me in German, and I was able to pretend that I was actually German. He didn't realize that I wasn't until I spoke to the flight attendent in English, guess my two summers and semester of German were worth every cent, huh? Haha.
Anyway, Julia was at the airport to pick me up and then take me back to my german home. It is very nice to be here again! Being here reminds me why I love it so much!! Julia cooked me and Martin some food and it was delicious! So thats where I am now. I am in Stuttgart and loving every second!! But I still am waiting for the heavenly döner. Can't wait!!
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Just talked with Aunt Cathy and shared with her your comments about the cold. Her response: "It was probably about 50 degrees out!" I sensed some jealousy on her part regarding our typically fantastic weather here in Socal.
Incidentally, it's 'propellers' should you even encounter this sort of aircraft again.
Dad
Almost forget - warmest greetings to our German family!
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