Memories

I'll just let some of the photos tell the story.



I know I am in Franken. Wir sind auf eine Kellar gegangen!





I got a picture with my host dad's beer.




Brotzeit.






my lego stormtrooper that hangs from my backpack everyday. I know Alyssa is probably jealous of my purchase.



Meine wanderfreunde.






my host dad snuck out while I was reading in the hammock and quickly snapped photos.


A Peugeot! They do actually exist! while in the bike parking lot of the swimming pool.







the leftovers of an old celtic wall and my head peeking over it.






Walberla fesssssssst. A festival on the first weekend of may on top of the highest mountain in the region.




host dad and I over the view of the Forchheim region.




:)




Reichsparteistag gelände












was riding my bike back home.. and decided to snap a photo of the sunset.





I am going to definitely miss the many bike paths in this land.

Regnenbogen!



Tulpen!




What McDonald's looks like in europe... Erlangen, Deutschland waiting for a bus to take me to church.




A church in Erlangen




Canal behind the LDS church in Erlangen




rusted bike







Shopping cart.







Some place in Forchheim..












Oster Brunnen.


















Host dad, host sis and I

Location:photos from here, there and everywhere

9 months have passed, since I first set foot in this country.
Mixed emotions flowing everywhere.. and I mean everywhere.

Some nice photos from my trip to Dachau and castle Neuschwanstein.

Something I found on tumblr and thought I would share it... because it defines my life in one sentance.

"I solve my problems by blatantly ignoring them and then going on the internet."

Peace and Love. Germany is great. But excited to be home again.
M.c Kenna

Angst

I have have been having these random days in the past little while of having a lot of angst.
I am scared.
I am scared to go back to Provo to have to grow up.. To have to deal with the dominating religion there.
I am scared to have to restart my life.
Scared of stress. Scared of people. Scared of having to pretend and hide my secrets. Although it my sound a bit quaint, I am scared of my family, my friends.... Cross country.

I honestly dont know what has gotten into me. But, let's just say that it is not exactly comfortable.
M.c Kenna