So things are sort of boiling down to a countdown of sorts.
Today, I am going to Niederösterreich to see the new summer home of Clara's family.
Tomorrow, I am leaving to see Waltraud and Josha in Munich, Germany, alone by train.
From there, I am taking the train to Kärnten to spend New Years until January 6 with my family in their summer home.
Then January 9 is my birthday.
Then February 13 I'm coming home.
So I have got to fill January up with great things. It'll be a while until I write again but expect great things! Or something.
Happy New Years to everyone, seeing you guys sooner than ever
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Happy Birthday to:
5. Jan - Shannon
6. Jan - Michelle
7. Jan - Dad
9. Jan - guess
10. Jan - Jenna!
13. Jan - Maddi
you guys are super.
Freitag, 28. Dezember 2007
Samstag, 22. Dezember 2007
Navigating the Christmas Season
This week in the mail both my host family and I received two separate letters from the AFS Wien office. Both contained a specially written Christmas letter and a bar of Zotter organic fair-trade Austrian chocolate (they're all super proud of it). My letter told me to enjoy being Austrian for the only chance I would probably ever have around the holiday season and not to think on home too much. The letter for my parents told them not to freak out if I got homesick on Christmas and gave them an emergency hotline where AFS could be reached during the festivities if I start going crazy.
So far I haven't been hit very hard with any homesickness. This month in particular I have been more assimiliated than any other month so far and and can deal with so many things in this language and nothing is really even a problem anymore. My host sister has gotten also particularly attatched to me and when we're both home, we're never far. It's really nice. But when I got for instance, the packages from home, or when I read the last email I would get from my real parents until I come home from Christmas break on 6 January, there were small pangs that actually felt more like guilt than actual sadness. Like maybe it's my fault if Christmas is sort of gray for them at home because I'm not there, which was sort of the tone it was written in.
But this happy season of being at home with friends and family, looking back, is not always the ideal, and I've lived through a few of those already. Like the first Christmas without my mom. Or those Christmases when I was younger and relatives couldn't come over because one of the kids got really sick. It's always survivable, and there's always something good about the day that seems to make up for it.
I told my host family that I was doing okay and not feeling sad at all. They shrugged and said "Well, we'll see what you say the 24th."
And on a merrier note, merry Christmas to all you at home. I sent out a batch of Christmas cards last week, so keep your eyes out.
Lots of love, Julie
So far I haven't been hit very hard with any homesickness. This month in particular I have been more assimiliated than any other month so far and and can deal with so many things in this language and nothing is really even a problem anymore. My host sister has gotten also particularly attatched to me and when we're both home, we're never far. It's really nice. But when I got for instance, the packages from home, or when I read the last email I would get from my real parents until I come home from Christmas break on 6 January, there were small pangs that actually felt more like guilt than actual sadness. Like maybe it's my fault if Christmas is sort of gray for them at home because I'm not there, which was sort of the tone it was written in.
But this happy season of being at home with friends and family, looking back, is not always the ideal, and I've lived through a few of those already. Like the first Christmas without my mom. Or those Christmases when I was younger and relatives couldn't come over because one of the kids got really sick. It's always survivable, and there's always something good about the day that seems to make up for it.
I told my host family that I was doing okay and not feeling sad at all. They shrugged and said "Well, we'll see what you say the 24th."
And on a merrier note, merry Christmas to all you at home. I sent out a batch of Christmas cards last week, so keep your eyes out.
Lots of love, Julie
Montag, 10. Dezember 2007
Adventzeit
December has been really beautiful here so far. Advent is really a special and celebrated time here, which makes me feel really part of it and gives me a sense of belonging sort of, because of how much I really like preparing for Christmas at home.
It all kicked off for me here on the first of December too! Cory and I decided we had wanted to make a Thanksgiving dinner for everyone who had never had Thanksgiving, and he invited about 13 people to his apartment in Alterlaa. We got together earlier in the day to go shopping, and we realized that thirteen people were a lot of people to feed and that Europe sells food in a LOT smaller packaging than in the US. Also the only kind of meat they sold in the entire supermarket... scratch the super... was from a pig. Ham, pork, salamis, usw, was all they sold. It was incredible. Eventually we decided the idea behind Thanksgiving was good health and hanging out with the family or something? And we loaded up on spaghetti. But they don't really sell spaghetti sauce so we bought tomato pulp, or something. I managed to make it taste like spaghetti sauce in the end and I was quite proud. The night was a lot of fun, but around nine I had to leave because Clara had asked me to show up sometime in the evening at her Adventpunsch.
So from Alterlaa to the center of Vienna is 35 minutes if one is lucky. From my station I walked the kilometer or so to Clara's apartment, and rang the bell, happy to make it before it was finally over. But there was no answer.
So I waited, and rang again, and called Kerstin, who informed me that Clara had a SECOND apartment, four blocks away if one goes in a straight line. But I didn't know I could go in a straight line so I went around in a square, pretty much. Somehow I still managed to get to Clara's house by ten! On the way she called me very sad and said "but you told me you were going to come!" And she was quite pleased to find out I was already underway. That was a lot of fun, and I stayed until about 1 in the morning, when the cantor from my church said she would make sure I got halfway to my house. On the way, we met her son on the street, whom she forced to take me the rest of the way home, even though I insisted not.
The next day, we did not get to sleep so late, because we went to Church in the morning, since our evening was too full to go to Stephansdom for mass in the evening. And afterwards, we went out of Vienna into Niederösterreich to go hiking. By this it meant Kerstin and I would go hiking, since Claudius has a bad knee and Iris has a bad foot. It was cold and super muddy, and my boots were ankle high in mud. Which was sad at the time, since they’re really not meant for hiking. But anyway, it’s something the Austrians try to get in as much as possible. I remember during the Deutschkurs our teacher advised us to beware when our parents said they were going to take us out for a walk in the sun or something, because it tends to be much more vigorous than anyone ever expects. I like it though, Austria is so beautiful so it’s a super place to do it if at all. My host sister Iris is planning to leave our current high school next year, because other public schools in Vienna have better theatre and music programs. In the case of our school, there is no drama (!!!!!!!!! =( sad) and choir and things are just for little kids. One school she would like to go was having a play they sort of wrote by themselves and this night we went to go see it. It was called Hollywood Hotel and was based on Fawlty Towers, the comedy by John Cleese from BBC. It was very funny and well done, so I hope she goes there for school.This was the first night I got to see how important Advent is to my family. We lit the Advent wreath in the living room and we all sang. The next day, we started reading this Christmas story about the donkey that rides Mary to Bethlehem, told from the donkey’s point of view. We read a chapter together every night and light the Advent wreath. It’s super sweet, the kind of Christmases I’m sure all their kids are going to dream about when they’re older.
So the next school week began. On Tuesday the alumni from my school had an evening that ended with the current students displaying musical talents and so on. Clara was playing the flute, so I went, and it was super. It’s weird to be all excited about Christmas time and when someone says “Let’s sing Christmas carols” have them all be something completely different. But some of them are rather pretty, when they don’t sound like really miserable minor key church songs.
Wednesday was the Deutsch Schularbeit. It was the only German exam of the entire semester, and was pretty similar to our finals, without so much material since the semester is only about 2/3 done. It was an essay test that we were given two hours for. I decided beforehand I wanted to write something as well, to see how well my written German is, if not for a grade and if not on the same material my classmates were being tested on. One of the essay topics was to read a short story and to analyze it. I realized I could read the story and understood what the author actually meant by it, and wrote my essay on that. I was done in an hour and mine was much shorter than the others, so I decided to write another story to go along with it. A few days ago we got it back, and while she didn’t grade it for me, she did correct it and everyone in the class applauded for me. Very funny. All in all it wasn’t too bad. I decided maybe I should learn German.
That same afternoon I had my English presentation on Catcher in the Rye, which I sort of messed up, because I realized I had a lot to say about the book, but I couldn’t actually tell you anything about its plot. And I began to speak very fast and I was wondering why everyone was looking at me like they had no idea what I was saying, when I realized, they didn’t. So I tried to get out of there as fast I could after that, haha. I’m guessing my German presentation in January is going to go a lot better.
So, that night was December 5 and we went to Krampusfeier, celebrating the devil Krampus who accompanies St. Nikolaus the day before, and whips the bad children. It was a big party at someone’s office where the dress code was red and black. That’s all that’s really to be said on that.
The AFS Büro had a St. Nikolaus event for all the AFS kids in Wien. Which was like two hours of singing and a guy dressed up like St. Nikolaus came sort of like a party you would go to when you were in Elementary school. But there was food there and friends and that’s always the best part.
My family didn’t actually have St. Nikolaus come to us on the sixth, but the seventh. Their friend Reina from Panama and her two children came over, and my host brother who is actually a professional dress up St. Nikolaus played the role for us. It was very funny and the tradition is pretty much that he comes for the good children with something sort of like a potato sack filled with peanuts, walnuts in the shell, manderins, oranges, lebkuchen (gingerbread?), and chocolates. Reina’s children ended up being really scared but this man with a giant staff and a weird beard and a really strange dress in the living room trying to give them a heavy sack full of stuff, but it was really funny anyway. In normal families, Nikolaus just leaves the goods at the breakfast table.
On Saturday, Heida’s host father turned 50, and her family rented a church hall and invited 150 people. This was a really fun evening for us, Cory, Jordyn, Heida and her liason Hans. I realized that my liason had actually never been in touch with me? Since September? And since my family in the US is actually involved with the Boston chapter of AFS as a liason family I knew if I was actually having problems this is a very bad thing. I sent her a text message, because I found her number on an emergency contact list. Still no word. It’s lucky that I don’t need her, but a shame that I have one less contact. Anyway, I think the birthday was pretty standard Austrian—schnitzel, cakes, one of those crazy German bands with accordians and lederhosen. Heida’s liason told me he wanted to open a ball sometime before he left to go to University in Steiermark, and I offered to with him. He will be in touch if he still needs someone, which is very cool. Me and my balls, as Maddi said, “there is so a Disney movie about that.”
Reina’s family came to us again on Sunday to visit the Waldorf School in Vienna that was having this really gorgeous Advent bazaar, with things handcrafted by the parents. I think Waldorf Schools are only for really talented people, so it was a big deal they were having this bazaar, because it was so beautiful and everything. There were nativity scenes for sell, and handblown glass, and homemade dolls and all the things you can expect from a craft fair.
The next night I went to see Die Walküre, from Wagner’s Ring Cycle. This was FIVE HOURS of opera deliciousness, and also five hours I had to stand. The standing area in the Gallery was PACKED with tourists, all for some reason from Great Britain. I’m sure they were on a tour or something, and happened to go to whatever opera would be playing that night, and didn’t realized it was going to be five hours of EXCELLENCE. So they all left after the first intermission (of two). Florentina and I got autographs after, which is pretty standard with her. She told me she has so many posters from operas that she got autographed, she can’t even fit them all on her walls anymore.
(I should write more often, because when I have to go back further and further I write less and less)
Which brings me to this week, at last. I went to a church with Kerstin on Tuesday to go see handcrafted nativity scenes (Adventkrippeaustellung) and she was super nice to me on this day for some reason, and brought me around to all this really Viennese places I would have never found in the inner city.
Last night Clara had a flute concert and I went with her parents who are really loving and affectionate, which was really nice.
I got the package from my parents this week for Christmas and my birthday, and I have been shopping a few times, but can’t find anything good enough to give my family! I am so stuck. I am leaning in the direction of a really nice dish of some sort, like a teapot or bowl? But they told me in the beginning of the month they really didn’t want anything too nice from me, but I on the other hand want to give them something that says thank you for letting me in? No idea.
Last night we had a party at our house again to celebrate Advent (see a pattern anywhere?) One of the women brought her little boy Johannes who was immediately enamored of me for some reason, and was dragging me around to play with him and asking me a million questions. Some that were really funny happened when he told me my father was home. I told him that Claudius was not my father, and he asked me “Why are you here?” I laughed and told him I have no idea, which my host brother and mother overheard and started dying laughing.
It turns out Johannes was so pleased with me he asked his mother if I could babysit some time and she’s hired me for next Wednesday!
The bell rang, and three periods of working on this is finally finished.
It all kicked off for me here on the first of December too! Cory and I decided we had wanted to make a Thanksgiving dinner for everyone who had never had Thanksgiving, and he invited about 13 people to his apartment in Alterlaa. We got together earlier in the day to go shopping, and we realized that thirteen people were a lot of people to feed and that Europe sells food in a LOT smaller packaging than in the US. Also the only kind of meat they sold in the entire supermarket... scratch the super... was from a pig. Ham, pork, salamis, usw, was all they sold. It was incredible. Eventually we decided the idea behind Thanksgiving was good health and hanging out with the family or something? And we loaded up on spaghetti. But they don't really sell spaghetti sauce so we bought tomato pulp, or something. I managed to make it taste like spaghetti sauce in the end and I was quite proud. The night was a lot of fun, but around nine I had to leave because Clara had asked me to show up sometime in the evening at her Adventpunsch.
So from Alterlaa to the center of Vienna is 35 minutes if one is lucky. From my station I walked the kilometer or so to Clara's apartment, and rang the bell, happy to make it before it was finally over. But there was no answer.
So I waited, and rang again, and called Kerstin, who informed me that Clara had a SECOND apartment, four blocks away if one goes in a straight line. But I didn't know I could go in a straight line so I went around in a square, pretty much. Somehow I still managed to get to Clara's house by ten! On the way she called me very sad and said "but you told me you were going to come!" And she was quite pleased to find out I was already underway. That was a lot of fun, and I stayed until about 1 in the morning, when the cantor from my church said she would make sure I got halfway to my house. On the way, we met her son on the street, whom she forced to take me the rest of the way home, even though I insisted not.
The next day, we did not get to sleep so late, because we went to Church in the morning, since our evening was too full to go to Stephansdom for mass in the evening. And afterwards, we went out of Vienna into Niederösterreich to go hiking. By this it meant Kerstin and I would go hiking, since Claudius has a bad knee and Iris has a bad foot. It was cold and super muddy, and my boots were ankle high in mud. Which was sad at the time, since they’re really not meant for hiking. But anyway, it’s something the Austrians try to get in as much as possible. I remember during the Deutschkurs our teacher advised us to beware when our parents said they were going to take us out for a walk in the sun or something, because it tends to be much more vigorous than anyone ever expects. I like it though, Austria is so beautiful so it’s a super place to do it if at all. My host sister Iris is planning to leave our current high school next year, because other public schools in Vienna have better theatre and music programs. In the case of our school, there is no drama (!!!!!!!!! =( sad) and choir and things are just for little kids. One school she would like to go was having a play they sort of wrote by themselves and this night we went to go see it. It was called Hollywood Hotel and was based on Fawlty Towers, the comedy by John Cleese from BBC. It was very funny and well done, so I hope she goes there for school.This was the first night I got to see how important Advent is to my family. We lit the Advent wreath in the living room and we all sang. The next day, we started reading this Christmas story about the donkey that rides Mary to Bethlehem, told from the donkey’s point of view. We read a chapter together every night and light the Advent wreath. It’s super sweet, the kind of Christmases I’m sure all their kids are going to dream about when they’re older.
So the next school week began. On Tuesday the alumni from my school had an evening that ended with the current students displaying musical talents and so on. Clara was playing the flute, so I went, and it was super. It’s weird to be all excited about Christmas time and when someone says “Let’s sing Christmas carols” have them all be something completely different. But some of them are rather pretty, when they don’t sound like really miserable minor key church songs.
Wednesday was the Deutsch Schularbeit. It was the only German exam of the entire semester, and was pretty similar to our finals, without so much material since the semester is only about 2/3 done. It was an essay test that we were given two hours for. I decided beforehand I wanted to write something as well, to see how well my written German is, if not for a grade and if not on the same material my classmates were being tested on. One of the essay topics was to read a short story and to analyze it. I realized I could read the story and understood what the author actually meant by it, and wrote my essay on that. I was done in an hour and mine was much shorter than the others, so I decided to write another story to go along with it. A few days ago we got it back, and while she didn’t grade it for me, she did correct it and everyone in the class applauded for me. Very funny. All in all it wasn’t too bad. I decided maybe I should learn German.
That same afternoon I had my English presentation on Catcher in the Rye, which I sort of messed up, because I realized I had a lot to say about the book, but I couldn’t actually tell you anything about its plot. And I began to speak very fast and I was wondering why everyone was looking at me like they had no idea what I was saying, when I realized, they didn’t. So I tried to get out of there as fast I could after that, haha. I’m guessing my German presentation in January is going to go a lot better.
So, that night was December 5 and we went to Krampusfeier, celebrating the devil Krampus who accompanies St. Nikolaus the day before, and whips the bad children. It was a big party at someone’s office where the dress code was red and black. That’s all that’s really to be said on that.
The AFS Büro had a St. Nikolaus event for all the AFS kids in Wien. Which was like two hours of singing and a guy dressed up like St. Nikolaus came sort of like a party you would go to when you were in Elementary school. But there was food there and friends and that’s always the best part.
My family didn’t actually have St. Nikolaus come to us on the sixth, but the seventh. Their friend Reina from Panama and her two children came over, and my host brother who is actually a professional dress up St. Nikolaus played the role for us. It was very funny and the tradition is pretty much that he comes for the good children with something sort of like a potato sack filled with peanuts, walnuts in the shell, manderins, oranges, lebkuchen (gingerbread?), and chocolates. Reina’s children ended up being really scared but this man with a giant staff and a weird beard and a really strange dress in the living room trying to give them a heavy sack full of stuff, but it was really funny anyway. In normal families, Nikolaus just leaves the goods at the breakfast table.
On Saturday, Heida’s host father turned 50, and her family rented a church hall and invited 150 people. This was a really fun evening for us, Cory, Jordyn, Heida and her liason Hans. I realized that my liason had actually never been in touch with me? Since September? And since my family in the US is actually involved with the Boston chapter of AFS as a liason family I knew if I was actually having problems this is a very bad thing. I sent her a text message, because I found her number on an emergency contact list. Still no word. It’s lucky that I don’t need her, but a shame that I have one less contact. Anyway, I think the birthday was pretty standard Austrian—schnitzel, cakes, one of those crazy German bands with accordians and lederhosen. Heida’s liason told me he wanted to open a ball sometime before he left to go to University in Steiermark, and I offered to with him. He will be in touch if he still needs someone, which is very cool. Me and my balls, as Maddi said, “there is so a Disney movie about that.”
Reina’s family came to us again on Sunday to visit the Waldorf School in Vienna that was having this really gorgeous Advent bazaar, with things handcrafted by the parents. I think Waldorf Schools are only for really talented people, so it was a big deal they were having this bazaar, because it was so beautiful and everything. There were nativity scenes for sell, and handblown glass, and homemade dolls and all the things you can expect from a craft fair.
The next night I went to see Die Walküre, from Wagner’s Ring Cycle. This was FIVE HOURS of opera deliciousness, and also five hours I had to stand. The standing area in the Gallery was PACKED with tourists, all for some reason from Great Britain. I’m sure they were on a tour or something, and happened to go to whatever opera would be playing that night, and didn’t realized it was going to be five hours of EXCELLENCE. So they all left after the first intermission (of two). Florentina and I got autographs after, which is pretty standard with her. She told me she has so many posters from operas that she got autographed, she can’t even fit them all on her walls anymore.
(I should write more often, because when I have to go back further and further I write less and less)
Which brings me to this week, at last. I went to a church with Kerstin on Tuesday to go see handcrafted nativity scenes (Adventkrippeaustellung) and she was super nice to me on this day for some reason, and brought me around to all this really Viennese places I would have never found in the inner city.
Last night Clara had a flute concert and I went with her parents who are really loving and affectionate, which was really nice.
I got the package from my parents this week for Christmas and my birthday, and I have been shopping a few times, but can’t find anything good enough to give my family! I am so stuck. I am leaning in the direction of a really nice dish of some sort, like a teapot or bowl? But they told me in the beginning of the month they really didn’t want anything too nice from me, but I on the other hand want to give them something that says thank you for letting me in? No idea.
Last night we had a party at our house again to celebrate Advent (see a pattern anywhere?) One of the women brought her little boy Johannes who was immediately enamored of me for some reason, and was dragging me around to play with him and asking me a million questions. Some that were really funny happened when he told me my father was home. I told him that Claudius was not my father, and he asked me “Why are you here?” I laughed and told him I have no idea, which my host brother and mother overheard and started dying laughing.
It turns out Johannes was so pleased with me he asked his mother if I could babysit some time and she’s hired me for next Wednesday!
The bell rang, and three periods of working on this is finally finished.
Mittwoch, 28. November 2007
The Ball
Last time I wrote, I was still in bed sick, and so much has gone on since then. My family ended up having me stay home Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, which is the longest I’ve ever stayed out. I wasn’t really sick at all, something I probably would have never stayed home for even a day in the United States (but oh, that’s right, I do work there…) but the priority was mostly that I was healthy for the ball. That sounds like a Disney movie princess thing to do, doesn’t it? Or maybe just someone sort of spoiled. So Wednesday afternoon, my first rehearsal for the ball was at 3. We were supposed to eat at two, but Ferdinand came instead at 2.30, so it ended up being a pretty rushed introduction. Since there wasn’t enough time to walk to Elmayer, Claudius and Dominik took us on the motorcycle and moped, respectively. Elmayer is a really famous, super formal dance school right in the center of Vienna next to the St. Augustin church, where the high masses with the orchestra are, and the same hall where the Vienna Boy’s Choir sings. My dance school, Rueff, is their newest rival because it’s really good dance instruction, except it’s a lot more fun than Elmayer, so most new students go there, ie, me. At Elmayer, for dance class full suits are required for boys and a bit more than just a skirt and sweater, like I wear to Rueff, is required on the girls. Most of the girls I saw there taking dance class were are also sort of wearing skirt and suit sets, if that’s the right way to put it, with a blazer that matched their skirt. At the rehearsal there were only about 20 couples and they arranged us and started making this great big dance, and I was like, well, this is something more than just waltzing. I was still pretty confused as to what it meant that I was opening the ball. When I got home I asked why only 20 couples were going, and my family was like are you serious? There’s going to be hundreds of people there watching you do this in the beginning. And what’s that? You’re in the first row? So everyone will be able to see you most of all.
Oh.
So all this rehearsal nonsense continued every afternoon Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. I got a mother of a bruise on my knee from all the rehearsals and having to bow and my knee and things. It’s still there, actually. I got pretty frustrated by non-compatibility of my dance partner and I. He was so tall and it seemed that he always went the opposite way he ought to have gone. Just too langy and too much body to actually be a proper dancer. He was pretty civil though and always walked me home. It wasn’t awkward either because he was one of those people who could talk and talk and talk and talk about things that I probably wasn’t interested in, such as the ÖVP, the conservative party of Austria, or like… actually, I don’t think he talked about anything else.
Thursday was a pretty bad day, as you can imagine, as this was Thanksgiving. We didn’t dance well at rehearsal, and then when I got home at six, my host dad presented me with a 300g bar of Milka Hazelnut cream chocolate, and said this was his Thanksgiving gift to me. He thought we gave gifts like at Christmas, cute. He told me they were happy to have me and he hoped that I didn’t get homesick because there was a huge party going on at home and I was here not doing anything! Of course I hadn’t even remembered it was Thanksgiving, and after that, despite his efforts I got a little teary, but didn’t really do anything about it. We went to go see the worst version of Romeo and Juliet after that. What kind of theatre group has a zombie invasion that eat the corpses after the lovers kill themselves? What kind of show would have Romeo savagely rip apart a watermelon as a symbol for his heart as he kills himself? It was disgusting. When I got home I was eating dinner and then watching my host sister play piano and I was thinking that all these things I do here are just so pretty and I could hardly stand it. I was standing in the kitchen talking to my host dad about something and then all of a sudden I was crying and I didn’t really stop for the rest of the night. My host parents put me to bed and told me they loved me and were glad I was there, which made things okay to wake up the next morning and thereafter. After that midpoint explosion, I think it’s all over for now, because I have a short 2 and a half months left and I can enjoy it without really having to be sad anymore.
Saturday I ended up getting pretty excited as soon as I woke up, for the whole dressing up and looking pretty aspect. My host mother made a bath for me, which was really nice of her, but a bit too cold, and then she curled my hair. However we found I have too much hair, and the whole process of curling my hair was very painful and took much longer than we had anticipated. I know though, that it doesn’t actually HAVE to be painful, since I had my hair curled for prom last year, and that only took a half hour and didn’t hurt a bit. The lady who cuts my hair in the US has so much ease with my hair, and I don’t know why the Friseurrin had so much trouble with it here, and my host mother as well.
Actually, family, I had memories of when I was younger and my mother didn’t allow me to have long hair, because I made her brush it, and I would cry each time she pulled too hard. Haha. Cute.
My friend Clara came over to help me with my hair and all that before I was about ready to go. Most things were finished, but it was very funny and nice to see her.
I got to the Parkhotel Schönbrunn promptly at 5, and was one of the only people there, of course, for at least an hour. What I have finally understood is that Austrians are simply not punctual. Germans are punctual. And to confuse the two is wrong, mostly.
My host brother Dominik’s girlfriend, Eli, was the one running the entire ball. She got there and looked beautiful and Dominik got there as well. Ferdinand got there somewhere in this time as well, and the ball started somewhere after that.
After this point, it’s mostly a blur. It started around 7.30 and went very quickly thereafter. We danced very well, and all that, and then after there was all sorts of other kinds of ballroom dancing in the ballroom upstairs and a disco in the basement. My dance partner kept trying to convince me that the disco was really awesome and tried to drag me down there twice, and both times I hated it, and I told him I was going to do. Oh well. It ended up with him staying down there for the rest of the night and me dancing with my host father or my host brother when I wanted to dance, for real. And that was a lot of fun, because they’re funny people. The whole ball concept was just so beautiful and it was all these beautiful things that make up a magical night and the time flies by and all of a sudden its 2.30 in the morning and you think you ought to go home. I ended up dancing the last waltz with my hostbrother Dominik who dances quite well and told me the whole time that I was also dancing very well and all that. He’s quite sweet to me as a brother, I adore it.
So the week after has been pretty busy! I went to the library a few times and got a giant book that covers the entire Austrian history. It’s quite interesting and it’s also something to do in school. This weekend Cory and I are hosting a Thanksgiving dinner at his house for our fellow exchange students who have never had a Thanksgiving before, and that’s quite nice and all that. It’s felt very Christmas-y here the past week, which makes me glad. I went shopping all day yesterday with my host mother for her daughter in Argentina. I can’t afford to buy things and ship them over, so expect Christmas in February. However, I got some ideas of what I wanted those things to be.
Now the question is, what do I do for my host family? Find something here that I learned they like, or get them something I would typically give to my family in the US that they would never find here? Gifts are so awkward, especially for someone who’s doing so much for you.
So all is well for now. I’m looking forward to the beginning of advent, and then Christmas and New Year’s and my birthday! Then it’s only one month more, and it all seems so short from here.
Lots of love, and write me, because then I will write you and I would like to do that…
Julia
Oh.
So all this rehearsal nonsense continued every afternoon Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. I got a mother of a bruise on my knee from all the rehearsals and having to bow and my knee and things. It’s still there, actually. I got pretty frustrated by non-compatibility of my dance partner and I. He was so tall and it seemed that he always went the opposite way he ought to have gone. Just too langy and too much body to actually be a proper dancer. He was pretty civil though and always walked me home. It wasn’t awkward either because he was one of those people who could talk and talk and talk and talk about things that I probably wasn’t interested in, such as the ÖVP, the conservative party of Austria, or like… actually, I don’t think he talked about anything else.
Thursday was a pretty bad day, as you can imagine, as this was Thanksgiving. We didn’t dance well at rehearsal, and then when I got home at six, my host dad presented me with a 300g bar of Milka Hazelnut cream chocolate, and said this was his Thanksgiving gift to me. He thought we gave gifts like at Christmas, cute. He told me they were happy to have me and he hoped that I didn’t get homesick because there was a huge party going on at home and I was here not doing anything! Of course I hadn’t even remembered it was Thanksgiving, and after that, despite his efforts I got a little teary, but didn’t really do anything about it. We went to go see the worst version of Romeo and Juliet after that. What kind of theatre group has a zombie invasion that eat the corpses after the lovers kill themselves? What kind of show would have Romeo savagely rip apart a watermelon as a symbol for his heart as he kills himself? It was disgusting. When I got home I was eating dinner and then watching my host sister play piano and I was thinking that all these things I do here are just so pretty and I could hardly stand it. I was standing in the kitchen talking to my host dad about something and then all of a sudden I was crying and I didn’t really stop for the rest of the night. My host parents put me to bed and told me they loved me and were glad I was there, which made things okay to wake up the next morning and thereafter. After that midpoint explosion, I think it’s all over for now, because I have a short 2 and a half months left and I can enjoy it without really having to be sad anymore.
Saturday I ended up getting pretty excited as soon as I woke up, for the whole dressing up and looking pretty aspect. My host mother made a bath for me, which was really nice of her, but a bit too cold, and then she curled my hair. However we found I have too much hair, and the whole process of curling my hair was very painful and took much longer than we had anticipated. I know though, that it doesn’t actually HAVE to be painful, since I had my hair curled for prom last year, and that only took a half hour and didn’t hurt a bit. The lady who cuts my hair in the US has so much ease with my hair, and I don’t know why the Friseurrin had so much trouble with it here, and my host mother as well.
Actually, family, I had memories of when I was younger and my mother didn’t allow me to have long hair, because I made her brush it, and I would cry each time she pulled too hard. Haha. Cute.
My friend Clara came over to help me with my hair and all that before I was about ready to go. Most things were finished, but it was very funny and nice to see her.
I got to the Parkhotel Schönbrunn promptly at 5, and was one of the only people there, of course, for at least an hour. What I have finally understood is that Austrians are simply not punctual. Germans are punctual. And to confuse the two is wrong, mostly.
My host brother Dominik’s girlfriend, Eli, was the one running the entire ball. She got there and looked beautiful and Dominik got there as well. Ferdinand got there somewhere in this time as well, and the ball started somewhere after that.
After this point, it’s mostly a blur. It started around 7.30 and went very quickly thereafter. We danced very well, and all that, and then after there was all sorts of other kinds of ballroom dancing in the ballroom upstairs and a disco in the basement. My dance partner kept trying to convince me that the disco was really awesome and tried to drag me down there twice, and both times I hated it, and I told him I was going to do. Oh well. It ended up with him staying down there for the rest of the night and me dancing with my host father or my host brother when I wanted to dance, for real. And that was a lot of fun, because they’re funny people. The whole ball concept was just so beautiful and it was all these beautiful things that make up a magical night and the time flies by and all of a sudden its 2.30 in the morning and you think you ought to go home. I ended up dancing the last waltz with my hostbrother Dominik who dances quite well and told me the whole time that I was also dancing very well and all that. He’s quite sweet to me as a brother, I adore it.
So the week after has been pretty busy! I went to the library a few times and got a giant book that covers the entire Austrian history. It’s quite interesting and it’s also something to do in school. This weekend Cory and I are hosting a Thanksgiving dinner at his house for our fellow exchange students who have never had a Thanksgiving before, and that’s quite nice and all that. It’s felt very Christmas-y here the past week, which makes me glad. I went shopping all day yesterday with my host mother for her daughter in Argentina. I can’t afford to buy things and ship them over, so expect Christmas in February. However, I got some ideas of what I wanted those things to be.
Now the question is, what do I do for my host family? Find something here that I learned they like, or get them something I would typically give to my family in the US that they would never find here? Gifts are so awkward, especially for someone who’s doing so much for you.
So all is well for now. I’m looking forward to the beginning of advent, and then Christmas and New Year’s and my birthday! Then it’s only one month more, and it all seems so short from here.
Lots of love, and write me, because then I will write you and I would like to do that…
Julia
Dienstag, 20. November 2007
Weekend and Krankenfeier
This weekend was Iris's birthday. Friday was a pretty ordinary Friday, I think Cory came over, because it was snowing a ton and he was out in the cold all day. I had dance class and that was well. We're finally learning Wiener walzing and it's about time, since my ball is this Saturday! Ahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For Iris's birthday on Saturday we all slept in until noon. The night before her parents took her to see for about the thousandth time (more like 10th or 11th...) to see the musical Rebecca. Claudius taught me how to make schnitzel which I discovered really isn't made out of veal? For the longest time I thought I was eating veal... shows how much I know. It's actually turkey, I think. I'm not really sure if we understood each other when they told me that. Iris didn't want it fried in oil though, she wanted it fried in butter. I had two pieces at lunch and thought my heart might stop. Reina from Panama came first with her children and her only-Spanish-speaking mother. Reina's story is hard to explain and will have to be something told at home. We ate cake, there was a Topfentorte, which is pretty much cheese cake. I don't know why they made it though, since Iris doesn't like it. They made her a nut bread with yogurt and whipped cream and strawberries on top. I ate some of this, sort of interesting. They took Iris to the theatre again that night, and told me to go have fun doing something.
It was also Adriano from Argentina's birthday, and everyone in Vienna got together at the night club Empire. Only a few of them had been there before, but had promised it was amazing. Girls got in for free, but we all had some trouble getting in. Most of us had brought only our school IDs, and when they realized that we were all foreign said we needed passports too? They let us in anyway, but I think that's weird, since we all have either a visa or a resident permit to be here. I was getting really sick for the first time that night and I really didn't enjoy myself and wanted to get out as soon as possible. This turned out harder than I thought, since everyone was going to take the night buses home between 1 and 4, and I wanted to take the subway before it stopped running at half past twelve. However I didn't want to be walking alone a couple of blocks to the station, really weird people about. Cory and Jordyn finally wanted to leave too, but then Cory had to get his coat out of the hat check, and he had to wait behind all the people waiting to go in for fourty minutes. It was packed. Melissa had come upstairs to go home too, and she said she would take me to the subway. It turned out to be a really good idea not to walk alone through Stephansplatz at night.
The next morning I was pretty sick when I woke up. I turned down the invitation to go to the first day of the Christkindelmarkt, which opened all over Vienna on Saturday. It's these wooden stands where they sell crafts and hot punch (with or without rum) and hot chestnuts. There are also really pretty lights and it smells like Christmas. I stayed in bed, and my host paretns came in and told me that maybe some air would make me better, so we went to one of the Christkindelmarkts in the first district. It started snowing while we were outside =) I think this probably is what made me sicker though. While we were in the first district, we visited the apartment where Claudius grew up and his parents still live. It's across the street from a palace apparently, but it all looks like apartments to me. There are a lot of palaces here. I guess I don't have the eyes for them! The apartment was old and smelt like cats, (There were two), but the basement was super cool. It had two floors and it was very old and made of bricks and had awesome ceilings. My host dad told me all the ghost stories that he had seen here. So cool.
His mother makes very good homemade bread and we ate some and salami, and tea that had been made far too strong. It was so funny, watching me Iris and my host mother all pretend to enjoy it. We all went to church at Stephansdom after, which is also old. I realized I've gone to church there more than I have my real church here. Even though it's cold, really really cold, it's cool knowing I'm sitting in a place that's 800 years old. Also the priest gives a sermon thats about 30 minutes long and I never understand any of it, and Austrians bow at all these strange places. Church is church.
There are a lot of tourists around Vienna right now, and lots of Americans. And it's funny, because I don't go a day without hearing someone speak my language natively. But I look at them and I don't feel a bit like them. They're here to enjoy themselves and go home whenever they want to, and I can't. It seems to me like we could be looking at the same exact things and I am seeing something completley different than they are.
I called my Dad and Brian that night for the first time, they were the only ones home. Eric was running the marathon in Philadelphia and Sue was out in LP. Sounds like Thanksgiving is going to be pretty crazy there this year. I'll miss it. I realized what apparently all exchange students are supposed to realize. Home is always going to be there, and things will always have some kind of normalness there. Right now I am not supposed to be there, I am supposed to be here. And that's okay, because after only a little bit, I'm going right back to that old place. And in the meantime, it's pretty great here. I told my host family that, and they told me they had been waiting for me to say something like this and that they were really glad.
So, Monday I went to Math for the first period. Then, I was sent home by my friends and my math teacher. They all said I looked horrible. My host sister called my host dad and signed me out. This made me worried because I had sort of gotten in the way, but everyone was so nice to me and didn't scold me for anything. My host dad set up a table next to my bed and made me drink two pots of greek mountain herbal tea. I couldn't taste anything, and apparently that was a good thing. After a while I really couldn't sleep anymore, and I found catcher in the rye on the bookshelves. In English. I read that in about two hours, and then my host mother found out I was sick and brought me home 4 copies of Newsweek international from her school. I am also not allowed to go to school today, even though I feel fine. They keep telling me being sick should be lovely and it should be a krankenfeier, a party of sickness.
The good news is that I have a dance partner for the ball this weekend. His name is Ferdinand? I meet him tomorrow, because there are three rehearsals for this ball. Ohhhh my god. At least I will know my date a little before I go, but still. We'll see how it goes though?
Until next time, xo julia
For Iris's birthday on Saturday we all slept in until noon. The night before her parents took her to see for about the thousandth time (more like 10th or 11th...) to see the musical Rebecca. Claudius taught me how to make schnitzel which I discovered really isn't made out of veal? For the longest time I thought I was eating veal... shows how much I know. It's actually turkey, I think. I'm not really sure if we understood each other when they told me that. Iris didn't want it fried in oil though, she wanted it fried in butter. I had two pieces at lunch and thought my heart might stop. Reina from Panama came first with her children and her only-Spanish-speaking mother. Reina's story is hard to explain and will have to be something told at home. We ate cake, there was a Topfentorte, which is pretty much cheese cake. I don't know why they made it though, since Iris doesn't like it. They made her a nut bread with yogurt and whipped cream and strawberries on top. I ate some of this, sort of interesting. They took Iris to the theatre again that night, and told me to go have fun doing something.
It was also Adriano from Argentina's birthday, and everyone in Vienna got together at the night club Empire. Only a few of them had been there before, but had promised it was amazing. Girls got in for free, but we all had some trouble getting in. Most of us had brought only our school IDs, and when they realized that we were all foreign said we needed passports too? They let us in anyway, but I think that's weird, since we all have either a visa or a resident permit to be here. I was getting really sick for the first time that night and I really didn't enjoy myself and wanted to get out as soon as possible. This turned out harder than I thought, since everyone was going to take the night buses home between 1 and 4, and I wanted to take the subway before it stopped running at half past twelve. However I didn't want to be walking alone a couple of blocks to the station, really weird people about. Cory and Jordyn finally wanted to leave too, but then Cory had to get his coat out of the hat check, and he had to wait behind all the people waiting to go in for fourty minutes. It was packed. Melissa had come upstairs to go home too, and she said she would take me to the subway. It turned out to be a really good idea not to walk alone through Stephansplatz at night.
The next morning I was pretty sick when I woke up. I turned down the invitation to go to the first day of the Christkindelmarkt, which opened all over Vienna on Saturday. It's these wooden stands where they sell crafts and hot punch (with or without rum) and hot chestnuts. There are also really pretty lights and it smells like Christmas. I stayed in bed, and my host paretns came in and told me that maybe some air would make me better, so we went to one of the Christkindelmarkts in the first district. It started snowing while we were outside =) I think this probably is what made me sicker though. While we were in the first district, we visited the apartment where Claudius grew up and his parents still live. It's across the street from a palace apparently, but it all looks like apartments to me. There are a lot of palaces here. I guess I don't have the eyes for them! The apartment was old and smelt like cats, (There were two), but the basement was super cool. It had two floors and it was very old and made of bricks and had awesome ceilings. My host dad told me all the ghost stories that he had seen here. So cool.
His mother makes very good homemade bread and we ate some and salami, and tea that had been made far too strong. It was so funny, watching me Iris and my host mother all pretend to enjoy it. We all went to church at Stephansdom after, which is also old. I realized I've gone to church there more than I have my real church here. Even though it's cold, really really cold, it's cool knowing I'm sitting in a place that's 800 years old. Also the priest gives a sermon thats about 30 minutes long and I never understand any of it, and Austrians bow at all these strange places. Church is church.
There are a lot of tourists around Vienna right now, and lots of Americans. And it's funny, because I don't go a day without hearing someone speak my language natively. But I look at them and I don't feel a bit like them. They're here to enjoy themselves and go home whenever they want to, and I can't. It seems to me like we could be looking at the same exact things and I am seeing something completley different than they are.
I called my Dad and Brian that night for the first time, they were the only ones home. Eric was running the marathon in Philadelphia and Sue was out in LP. Sounds like Thanksgiving is going to be pretty crazy there this year. I'll miss it. I realized what apparently all exchange students are supposed to realize. Home is always going to be there, and things will always have some kind of normalness there. Right now I am not supposed to be there, I am supposed to be here. And that's okay, because after only a little bit, I'm going right back to that old place. And in the meantime, it's pretty great here. I told my host family that, and they told me they had been waiting for me to say something like this and that they were really glad.
So, Monday I went to Math for the first period. Then, I was sent home by my friends and my math teacher. They all said I looked horrible. My host sister called my host dad and signed me out. This made me worried because I had sort of gotten in the way, but everyone was so nice to me and didn't scold me for anything. My host dad set up a table next to my bed and made me drink two pots of greek mountain herbal tea. I couldn't taste anything, and apparently that was a good thing. After a while I really couldn't sleep anymore, and I found catcher in the rye on the bookshelves. In English. I read that in about two hours, and then my host mother found out I was sick and brought me home 4 copies of Newsweek international from her school. I am also not allowed to go to school today, even though I feel fine. They keep telling me being sick should be lovely and it should be a krankenfeier, a party of sickness.
The good news is that I have a dance partner for the ball this weekend. His name is Ferdinand? I meet him tomorrow, because there are three rehearsals for this ball. Ohhhh my god. At least I will know my date a little before I go, but still. We'll see how it goes though?
Until next time, xo julia
Donnerstag, 15. November 2007
A post with a whole lot of things
It's been a while since I wrote, but things had sort of been at a standstill I didn't really know what to do with myself for the past couple of weeks. Then today suddenly, I just started feeling like myself again. It's probably because I got to be with my friends and just sort of spilled everything and heard that I'm actually not alone in being stuck 4000 miles away from home and looking for a way to make oneself in a completely different place.
It's snowing here right now, and I think it will for the rest of the weekend. It's real lovely, considering how it was such a winter last year where we got NO snow whatsoever
. This is also the second time it snowed, and the first time, I took photos from my bedroom window, Schau. I got real excited about this small dusting, even though it was gone by noon. And as a note, my apartment buidling is the middle one between two others. So we have no direct street access, and a view to a courtyard on both sides. Not bad I think, because it's very quiet at night and I don't have to listen to traffic when I try to sleep. Today I finally convinced myself that I do actually need all the winter things I needed to buy that I had been putting off. For instance, boots. I never actually used them in the states, but it's really slippery here when it snows, and I hate going everywhere with my jeans all wet. So I got the hat and scarves and gloves and boots I need, at deadly expensive prices, but the best I could find for Vienna.
So in a couple of weeks I'll be going to my first ball. I'm horribly nervous. I got the dress, borrowed from my host brothers girlfriend. It's white, and I told them I would get my own dress, and wear it for prom next year. However, the ball I will be going to is super formal, and you have to wear white. Now this is one reason why I'm nervous. The second is that I am very amateur at dancing. These balls are real dancing, and I have hardly learned the Wiener Waltz yet, and I know only the real basic and very slow steps that are just the beginning to all other ballroom dances. The third and biggest reason is that I do not know who my date will be. The family has gone crazy calling all male relativess who can dance. And finding someone will not be a problem. It is just certain I will be going with a stranger. I was horribly nervous to go to prom last year with someone I knew very well, and where I didn't actually have to dance for real. Americans don't dance. Speaking of which, last year Paris Hilton went to a really famous ball here for New Years, and it was a huge deal and they aired it on TV, where the Austrians found her horribly bored and she left early because she disliked it so much. I had a good laugh at this.
My host mothers birthday was last week, and we celebrated it four times. The first was the acutal birthday at her house with the family. I drew her a really nice card, spent two hours in art class drawing it that day. Then on Saturday we reorganized the house and made a huge meal and about 20 people came for an open house that day. The maid (Bla... i hate having a maid, not joking) came and ran the kitchen. I ended up going out with my friends, because with so many people, I really don't know what's going on, and no one really wants to explain everything to me. Sunday we went out to her sister's apartment for lunch, and then we had a dinner at home in the evening for her. It was Martinitag on Sunday, feast day of saint Martin. This means all Austrians eat goose. It was the first time I ate goose, and I don't reckon it's something I'll be having again. It's really greasy. They dared to compare it to Thanksgiving, but I have to say no. No one understands Thanksgiving! It's just special.
I've been working on getting closer to my host family the past couple of weeks. I stayed in a lot to spend time with them instead, which may have been the reason I was feeling off. Even though I was feeling happy and liked by them, there's something else that you need friends for. I'm not sure I really ever properly wrote about them. My host mom is pretty strict about running her house, but that's understable. She's an english and history teacher at a technical school, which is not the best subjects of all the students. She also makes an effort to explain things to me when we're at the table, and once you get her to laugh she can be pretty easy going. My host dad engineers cranes. I don't actually know what he does, but he makes us really good food, he's an awesome cook. He's very affectionate and loving, and I can tell he's one of those people who has to be loved by everyone. For instance, I know he hates cats, but when someone has a pet cat, he wants it to pay attention to him and pets it the entire time we're visiting. He is very sarcastic and loves to play on words and make puns. He speaks very heavy Vienesse, but I consider it an accomplishment of mine to have such good understanding with him. My host brother Dominik is not really home a lot, and spends him time with university where he studies applied physics and with his girlfriend Eli. He's a pretty typical older brother, and strictest with his younger sister Iris, (hi Eric!) and really enjoys teasing. My host family is always calling him Trottel (idiot) or saying he's blöd... I guess that means dumb, but it can also mean like, bull, or I have no idea. I've heard it used a lot of ways. He went to Australia with AFS. Jakob is the second and teases a lot as well, and especially me. He makes fun of the way I phrase things, and asks me dumb questions. Nonetheless I've gotten to know him better lately. I was the most shy towards him because I didn't like being picked on, and because he's fairly hard to understand. But I tried just telling him random things and he ended up being really understanding. He went to Panama with AFS. Iris is the youngest, and turns 14 this weekend. She's a musical fanatic, and also loves reading and not eating a lot and other things 14 year old girls are interested in. She can be a pretty typical youngest sibling and gets her way so often and that is such a weird age to live. She's very affectionate and loving and is only just beginning to open up to me. She misses her sister Clarissa in Argentina dearly, and Iris considers her her best friend.
I went to see Fidelio this weekend with Florentina and my host sister. It is my favorite opera so far, but maybe because it was in German. It was real cool to understand some things they were singing. I saw Americans here, and let me tell you, I really don't feel like them anymore. I used to want to always talk to tourists and ask where they're from and so on, but now, not at all. I see them and I think there is so much they don't know, and I can't even describe it. I don't feel better than them or anything, I just feel like I have an entirely different perspective on the world than they would.
I am getting fairly closer with Clara, and have met with her a few times in the past couple of weeks. Her grandfather got very sick, and I think he is now recovering. I told her she could always call on me when she needed something, which she took dearly. Her mother is also really fond of me which is nice, because she is one of those people who gets very excited in the company of people she likes. I went to church a few times with Clara, she's really involved with the youth group and altar serving (my church has over 80 altar servers..). I met some people at a youth group there, they're a bit younger but that's all right
I had a big math test monday, there were six problems and I got two right. My math teacher went crazy praising me for taking the test in the first place and even translated it for me. The english was spotless, and I later found out her husband writes international math text books. She is so cute. She has a heavy Wiener dialect as well. For instance instead of saying "Was?" (what?) with a long a, she says it with an o. and instead of pronouncing "wunderbar" as vun-der-bar, she'll say voon-der-bar. I don't know if you can hear the difference but there is. I got an A on my English test too. Surprise! I actually did make some mistakes though, so that was cool.
I know I've been a bit short lately and not really keeping in touch, but I think I just got through a rough period. Things are looking up from here defintely with the holidays around the corner. I feel optimistic, and thats a good thing.
Half time for me is in two weeks. I can't believe it.
It's snowing here right now, and I think it will for the rest of the weekend. It's real lovely, considering how it was such a winter last year where we got NO snow whatsoever
. This is also the second time it snowed, and the first time, I took photos from my bedroom window, Schau. I got real excited about this small dusting, even though it was gone by noon. And as a note, my apartment buidling is the middle one between two others. So we have no direct street access, and a view to a courtyard on both sides. Not bad I think, because it's very quiet at night and I don't have to listen to traffic when I try to sleep. Today I finally convinced myself that I do actually need all the winter things I needed to buy that I had been putting off. For instance, boots. I never actually used them in the states, but it's really slippery here when it snows, and I hate going everywhere with my jeans all wet. So I got the hat and scarves and gloves and boots I need, at deadly expensive prices, but the best I could find for Vienna.So in a couple of weeks I'll be going to my first ball. I'm horribly nervous. I got the dress, borrowed from my host brothers girlfriend. It's white, and I told them I would get my own dress, and wear it for prom next year. However, the ball I will be going to is super formal, and you have to wear white. Now this is one reason why I'm nervous. The second is that I am very amateur at dancing. These balls are real dancing, and I have hardly learned the Wiener Waltz yet, and I know only the real basic and very slow steps that are just the beginning to all other ballroom dances. The third and biggest reason is that I do not know who my date will be. The family has gone crazy calling all male relativess who can dance. And finding someone will not be a problem. It is just certain I will be going with a stranger. I was horribly nervous to go to prom last year with someone I knew very well, and where I didn't actually have to dance for real. Americans don't dance. Speaking of which, last year Paris Hilton went to a really famous ball here for New Years, and it was a huge deal and they aired it on TV, where the Austrians found her horribly bored and she left early because she disliked it so much. I had a good laugh at this.
My host mothers birthday was last week, and we celebrated it four times. The first was the acutal birthday at her house with the family. I drew her a really nice card, spent two hours in art class drawing it that day. Then on Saturday we reorganized the house and made a huge meal and about 20 people came for an open house that day. The maid (Bla... i hate having a maid, not joking) came and ran the kitchen. I ended up going out with my friends, because with so many people, I really don't know what's going on, and no one really wants to explain everything to me. Sunday we went out to her sister's apartment for lunch, and then we had a dinner at home in the evening for her. It was Martinitag on Sunday, feast day of saint Martin. This means all Austrians eat goose. It was the first time I ate goose, and I don't reckon it's something I'll be having again. It's really greasy. They dared to compare it to Thanksgiving, but I have to say no. No one understands Thanksgiving! It's just special.
I've been working on getting closer to my host family the past couple of weeks. I stayed in a lot to spend time with them instead, which may have been the reason I was feeling off. Even though I was feeling happy and liked by them, there's something else that you need friends for. I'm not sure I really ever properly wrote about them. My host mom is pretty strict about running her house, but that's understable. She's an english and history teacher at a technical school, which is not the best subjects of all the students. She also makes an effort to explain things to me when we're at the table, and once you get her to laugh she can be pretty easy going. My host dad engineers cranes. I don't actually know what he does, but he makes us really good food, he's an awesome cook. He's very affectionate and loving, and I can tell he's one of those people who has to be loved by everyone. For instance, I know he hates cats, but when someone has a pet cat, he wants it to pay attention to him and pets it the entire time we're visiting. He is very sarcastic and loves to play on words and make puns. He speaks very heavy Vienesse, but I consider it an accomplishment of mine to have such good understanding with him. My host brother Dominik is not really home a lot, and spends him time with university where he studies applied physics and with his girlfriend Eli. He's a pretty typical older brother, and strictest with his younger sister Iris, (hi Eric!) and really enjoys teasing. My host family is always calling him Trottel (idiot) or saying he's blöd... I guess that means dumb, but it can also mean like, bull, or I have no idea. I've heard it used a lot of ways. He went to Australia with AFS. Jakob is the second and teases a lot as well, and especially me. He makes fun of the way I phrase things, and asks me dumb questions. Nonetheless I've gotten to know him better lately. I was the most shy towards him because I didn't like being picked on, and because he's fairly hard to understand. But I tried just telling him random things and he ended up being really understanding. He went to Panama with AFS. Iris is the youngest, and turns 14 this weekend. She's a musical fanatic, and also loves reading and not eating a lot and other things 14 year old girls are interested in. She can be a pretty typical youngest sibling and gets her way so often and that is such a weird age to live. She's very affectionate and loving and is only just beginning to open up to me. She misses her sister Clarissa in Argentina dearly, and Iris considers her her best friend.
I went to see Fidelio this weekend with Florentina and my host sister. It is my favorite opera so far, but maybe because it was in German. It was real cool to understand some things they were singing. I saw Americans here, and let me tell you, I really don't feel like them anymore. I used to want to always talk to tourists and ask where they're from and so on, but now, not at all. I see them and I think there is so much they don't know, and I can't even describe it. I don't feel better than them or anything, I just feel like I have an entirely different perspective on the world than they would.
I am getting fairly closer with Clara, and have met with her a few times in the past couple of weeks. Her grandfather got very sick, and I think he is now recovering. I told her she could always call on me when she needed something, which she took dearly. Her mother is also really fond of me which is nice, because she is one of those people who gets very excited in the company of people she likes. I went to church a few times with Clara, she's really involved with the youth group and altar serving (my church has over 80 altar servers..). I met some people at a youth group there, they're a bit younger but that's all right
I had a big math test monday, there were six problems and I got two right. My math teacher went crazy praising me for taking the test in the first place and even translated it for me. The english was spotless, and I later found out her husband writes international math text books. She is so cute. She has a heavy Wiener dialect as well. For instance instead of saying "Was?" (what?) with a long a, she says it with an o. and instead of pronouncing "wunderbar" as vun-der-bar, she'll say voon-der-bar. I don't know if you can hear the difference but there is. I got an A on my English test too. Surprise! I actually did make some mistakes though, so that was cool.
I know I've been a bit short lately and not really keeping in touch, but I think I just got through a rough period. Things are looking up from here defintely with the holidays around the corner. I feel optimistic, and thats a good thing.
Half time for me is in two weeks. I can't believe it.
Sonntag, 11. November 2007
Kärnten Photos
Speaking of Kärnten, here are the photos I took there.
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2002809&l=60a35&id=1232670085
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http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2002809&l=60a35&id=1232670085
Right then. Just go there.
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