Jamestown/D.C picturrrrres

M.c Kenna

Back in Provo

Well, what do ya know? I am back in the city where I was raised.

I am finally getting over this bothersome sinus infection that has been dwelling in me since my trip to Berlin. Due to this sickness, the first few days I locked myself in my room and forced myself rest and recover although I didn't necessarily want to.
In all honesty, it's weird to be back. It's almost as if I was in Germany and I came back and somehow everyone is a year older. A lot but not has happened while I was gone.
My younger sister is now taller than I am! what is this nonsense?
People have changed. People are growing up, some even to the point that they left the earth.
I've especially changed. Mentally and, well, physically (This altitude is killing me! not to mention my weight).

I miss a lot of things about Germany and especially the language. Though, I do use the fact of americans not being able to speak german to my advantage. They don't understand any of the revolting things I say. My English is pretty bad sometimes... I make grammatical mistakes all the time and my vocabulary is much more simpilized.

I love driving!!! my goodness did I miss that. But, yet, I still enjoy riding my bike to the places that are actually reachable by bike. Same goes for good mexican food and random people talking to me.

Provo has been a pretty bad culture shock on me. I won't describe it in details because this blog is, indeed, not private.

4th of July was geil. Nathan turned 11 and we celebrated by me taking him to the local baseball park and playing with him sandlot style. We later went to rock canyon park to view the stadium of fire. :D So much red, white and blue. Enough to last me a lifetime.


M.c Kenna

Berlin

Words have been failing me lately...but, here is the blog post I promised.

and words to go with it: Berlin was fantastic. I saw the bundestag, Potsdam, walked a lot and stayed in a Japanese youth hostel in the middle of the forest in east berlin... the toilets were in the shower. But atleast all of our love for one another beat that hostel.
I had a great time. And I miss Germany.







M.c Kenna

Pfingst ferien

I can't believe it's only 2 and half more days until Ich mich verabschiede.
(say my goodbyes). So I guess I need to share some pictures of what I actually did in the past days. Berlin will be the last post.







Bergkirchweih





Biking to a cave and then going through it...


my whole host fam


Wuerzburg with bike.















baking my first apple pie for my host family!



MUNICH














Lego vending machine


my first and most likely my last eisbecher.



Hexe Kreis (witch circle).. hiking walberla to watch the sun set with all my ladies.




rowing












rooting for holland.


going to germany's equivalent of the NBA final match. Bamberg won!
the gym was roughly the size of Timpview's.... -_-

M.C Kenna.

And the countdown begins

EH, I was counting down since I had 99 days left.
But, Now it's the real deal. 2 weeks until I am in D.C and 3 weeks until I am home in good-'ol Provo

So, in 3 weeks time I will have been in Munich (which I did yesterday), Nuernberg, Bamberg (this coming saturday), Berlin next week, Frankfurt, Washington D.C, Maryland, Salt lake City and then what-do-you-know Provo.



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Home?

Everything finally feels like home now. It took about 8 months for that to finally sink in. And it only lasts another 2 weeks... Bittersweet. Bittersweet feelings.


I'm the kind of girl that usually can't give myself credit for anything. You may call that humble, but I see it completely differently. I'm the kind of girl that'll smash herself up with complaints, hates, criticism until my limbs are completely broken and somehow slightly forgive myself until the next cycle comes around the corner.
So, I think this gal deserves some credit. So I will try to give her some.
I am proud of how well I stuck to speaking German and not English. I am especially proud of how much my german skills have improved, along with my accent.
I am proud of myself for becoming the independant girl I wanted to be.
I am proud of myself for hanging on through all the many trials that came my way.
I am proud of myself for becoming more open, less introverted.
I am proud of the way my eyes have a view much broader than ever before.

Now there are a lot of other things that I am not quite proud of. But, I guess I can comfort myself by saying that I am only human. Things like that happen. Like losing a running shoe, not running enough, not taking school more seriously. THE LIST IS ENDLESS.






M.c Kenna

May-day, May-day!
We just hit June. And it is inevitable that we will not see the month of July



in this land.


M.c Kenna