Things that have happened since Osterferien

I went to Aachen again. Another final trip to Ladies' Night (or rather, "constant free drinks to pass round the group" night) at B9, Aachen's most gangsta club, followed by another night on Sophie's floor. I did want to finally visit the Dreiländereck and skip from Holland to Belgium to Germany, but somehow, possibly as a result of overindulging at B9, a hungover picnic in the park, featuring chicken and baguettes and sunshine, was somehow more appealing. 

Me, Sophie and Glen also went to the spa. We are classy people. It was actually amazing; we basically just went swimming, but I left that place feeling all chilled and happy and relaxed. I guess that's how you'd imagine you should leave a spa day, but I was pleasantly surprised at how well it worked. So surprised, that I had to calm myself by going for tapas and wine with Sophie, which was so good that we had to calm ourselves with two more bottles of screw-top wine in her back garden, where we stayed up till all the Germans went to bed and we could finally have a go on the sun loungers. Though not before deciding we needed music and dancing to our ringtones. Which looks like this, if anyone was interested:

Yes, that is a bottle of beer. Yes, we may have moved onto beer because somehow a bottle and a half of wine each wasn't enough at the time. The next morning I realised it definitely was.

Following Aachen weekend, I spent a week trying to entertain myself while Glen was being a hobbit (yes, he does mean hermit) and writing his dissertation. I went to Düsseldorf Kaiserswerth by myself, because I vaguely heard it was quite nice there. It was. I sat by the Rhein and read a magazine. And wished I had more friends.

This last weekend, I went to München. It was pretty special. It was nice being reunited with Rachael, and remembering that she is insane. We intended to have a few drinks, maybe go out, but not stay out too late because we were going out on the Saturday. This is us after about an hour:

And then when me and Pippa finally made it back to Rachael's. Notice how it is definitely the next day. And we were the first ones home.

After recovering through a lot of fajitas and a side order of spinach (we like spinach, OK?), and trying to muster some enthusiasm (by drinking energy drink so strong that last time it gave Rachael hallucinations), we arrived at Kellie's friend Phil's house, to hang out with the Bayern language assistants and watch Eurovision. Oh it was fun! We randomly selected 3 countries each and had to drink...when almost anything happened. Some favourites were "every time Germany does something embarrassing" and "every time someone is orange".

Rachael and Sophie hadn't met the famous Daniel Brooks before. I do like it when my friends meet each other and hit it off.

We also thoroughly enjoyed the S-Bahn into Munich town. As the well-known saying goes, there ain't no party like an S-Bahn party. Apparently Müncheners disagree though. We did actually get bottled at one point. Bottled. Just for livening up the journey with some loud but beautiful renditions of club anthems.

We are lovely people.

Night out success. Next day lunch success. Mitfahr back to Bochum success. And I was definitely ready for bed when I got back to Bochum at midnight.

That is, I believe, an update of everything that has happened since Osterferien. There's a mere 7 working days left at the school. Seven. And just two more weekends of fun. This year is definitely almost over. I'm glad I get to go back to the UK. I miss it. And I've actually only been home once all year. Once. Apart from Christmas, and apart from going to Leeds for a weekend to find a house, I haven't been back to England.

I'm going to Madrid this weekend, so I'm going to finish this entry and go on with trying to learn some basic Spanish off the BBC website (if it goes as well as my learning Slovakian and Hungarian pre-eastern tour, I will be chuffed).

I think I might be addicted to going on holiday. I better get over this problem by the time I go back to Leeds and have to live off student loan again.

Dora.

xxx