Baby, it's cold outside!
Today, the temperature dropped about ten degrees from where it was yesterday. This means that I spent most of the day tucked safely indoors. (A drop of ten degrees Fahrenheit ain't nothing; we're talking Celsius, baby!)
Anyway, I think this means that my summer has officially come to an end. If we check with the timekeeper, we can see that this is the longest summer on record: 7 May to 11 Sept. According to my rudimentary finger-math, thats a total of 128 days. Now that's something to celebrate!
Speaking of celebrations, there's a new housemate here in town from Boston. She's got a Fulbright to teach at a Gymnasium (reads: High School) just up the hill. Even more interesting, she was in a Fulbright seminar series last week, where she was partnered with a friend of mine from high school, who has a Fulbright to teach English in Thüringen (16), the Bundesland to the north of Bayern (Bavaria, 2). If anybody has a calculator handy, maybe you could work out what the probability of that is.
In any case, the world seems to be a small place.
And just like all small places in the universe, this place got freaking cold! I was shivering over my cappucino this afternoon, while the Guy Sitting Next To Me explained the difference between the American and German music notation structures. (Apparently, Germans use an H instead of a B, except when they call it a B, too . . . go figure.) Even those patches of sunshine one can usually find along the river were completely overwhelmed by the wind that ripped down the Regnitz at random and aggressive intervals. It's time to get a coat.
Anyway, I think this means that my summer has officially come to an end. If we check with the timekeeper, we can see that this is the longest summer on record: 7 May to 11 Sept. According to my rudimentary finger-math, thats a total of 128 days. Now that's something to celebrate!
Speaking of celebrations, there's a new housemate here in town from Boston. She's got a Fulbright to teach at a Gymnasium (reads: High School) just up the hill. Even more interesting, she was in a Fulbright seminar series last week, where she was partnered with a friend of mine from high school, who has a Fulbright to teach English in Thüringen (16), the Bundesland to the north of Bayern (Bavaria, 2). If anybody has a calculator handy, maybe you could work out what the probability of that is.
In any case, the world seems to be a small place.
And just like all small places in the universe, this place got freaking cold! I was shivering over my cappucino this afternoon, while the Guy Sitting Next To Me explained the difference between the American and German music notation structures. (Apparently, Germans use an H instead of a B, except when they call it a B, too . . . go figure.) Even those patches of sunshine one can usually find along the river were completely overwhelmed by the wind that ripped down the Regnitz at random and aggressive intervals. It's time to get a coat.
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