Ich bin ein Berliner!!!

yes that actually means...i am a jelly doughnut. Not i am a berliner. You'd think thats what it means...but you would be wrong.

so here is my schedule:
7:30am - Wake up
8:00am - Leave to catch the train
8:30am - German for 5 year olds starts
1:00pm - SCHOOLS OUT!
1:00pm till 6-9pm -- Wander around Berlin --- Go to museums, eat chocolate, get crepes, buy some candy, go to H&M, get some ice cream, go see some sights, make dinner with friends
9:00pm - Facebook/Gmail/Blog/Homework/Shower
12:00pm - BEDTIME

My days are really cool, huh?

Germany has a smell. Sometimes its a good smell, and sometimes its a bad smell. But it has a specific smell. Kind of like delicious treats (crepes, ice cream, pastries...etc.) mixed with beer, smoke and possibly some pee.

A story about smelling:
The other night a group of us got together for dinner, we figured out that cooking for 7 people is a lot cheaper than cooking for 1. weird. So we made this German dish called (Rochletta??) or something like that....this meal includes potatoes, broccoli, onions, corn, carrots, ham and Cheese -- one of the smelliest cheese's your nostrils have ever smelled -- so we make this dinner and eat it. YUM! it was good.

We then go home via trains and buses. My friend David and I get on a U-Bohn and are just chatting away when we look around only to see everyone on the bus all of a sudden start freaking out and covering their noses -- people start coughing and spraying things and pulling out lotion, one guy even opens all the windows on the underground train. We look at each other confused wondering..."What is that smell? I don't smell anything...." We continue talking and blame the smell on a baby down the way from us who we think probably pooped its pants or something to that effect.

That was 3 days ago, and today I decided to wear the same black jeans I wore on Saturday. (Yea sorry i haven't done my laundry yet....i am too lazy and don't know how to work the machine) ANYWAY -- i'm sitting in class today and realize that my pants WREAK!!! like stinky cheese and all of a sudden it dawns on me, "WE WERE THE SMELLY ONES ON THE TRAIN!"



  1. hahahahahahahaha i love this story. so much.
    was it you or brenna who had a fear of smelling all throughout high school? hahahahh

  2. ha ha! I hope it really was you on the train! so funny! so you really only have school till 1:00 and then you are free to be a German? so fun! sehr lusig! yes, so so funny! do you like it there or hannover better?

  3. Tracy has the cheese touch! (I hope you have seen diary of a whimpy kid)