Heidelberg I

   Sorry for the sudden absence. I, the writer of this fantastische blog, have went full German for a few days, and forgot about all his/her earthly Canadian responsibilities. I'm glad to inform you, that the b'y is back. I also do not have internet connection in my room in the first few days, that may have contribute to my disappearing act too.

  Well, I gotta start at the beginning, shan't I? It all started on a beautiful Saturday, where we all have to wake up dead early in the morning. We lugged our luggage through the streets, and a train, and a few flights of stairs, in order to reach the Hauptbahnhof (Main Train Station). Over there, we had our breakfast. It was....7:30am. Our train leaves at 8:47am.

Dr Buffinga, watchful as always.

  Unfortunately, some of us missed the whole pack. They missed the train, and they unfortunately had to get their own tickets (on their own expense), to reach Heidelberg.

  The train ride to Mannheim (which is another 20min train ride to Heidelberg) was 6 hours long. 6 lovely hours. The food on the train was expensive, so none of us got proper food around lunch time. Most of us just ate snacks that we already have in our bags, such as nuts, pistachios, and chocolate bananas (yeap, you read that right).

  Once we finally reach Heidelberg (which was around 3pm), we had to go through the registration process. First, we go to the cashier to pay whatever outstanding fee we hadn't pay, then we go to the Büro (Bureau) to get a quick debrief, and a Ferienkurs goodie-bag. After that, we had to take a Sprachtest (speaking test), which totally caught us by surprise. We all taught the test will be on Sunday (which was that day's tomorrow).

  The speaking test was the easiest challenge ever. The true challenge, was the accommodation line up. How it works is that, you wait in the foyer for your named to be called, then you bring all your bags and luggage, and they'll fetch you to the place personally. They = the volunteer/staff members.

  Why was this a challenge? Well, well, well. I would say ask your child about it, but some of us were really really lucky. Some of us, well, not so much. So, that means I would say: ask your child about it. It's something I can't express through the power of text. Especially to those who were affected by it, they were really passionate and full of emotions. It is the only way to truly understand the story. Ask your child. 

  I, the writer, wasn't the luckiest, nor the unluckiest. I got a room which was a 75 minute walk away from our campus, and it does not have internet (at that time). So, while I was complaining about the distance and the lack of internet of the room that was given to me (albeit it is HUGE), our photographer was just out making new friends, having fun.

Our photographer is the guy with the round sunglasses.

  He kept on sending me all these photos of the ever so beautiful Heidelberg (which can be seen in the SOME PICTURES section later). 

  We all took the written test, then were all assigned to classrooms. From then on now, we all split up, and am now no longer always in a group. I will not be updating everyday, as class has officially started, so stay tuned!

  Also, some of us took a dance workshop, where we learned how to dance the waltz, and the chacha. If you suspect your child danced (or is in the picture), feel free to pester them about it ;). 

Dancing Queen, feel the beat, FROM THE TAMBOURINE (oh yeahh)

SOME PICTURES

The dance instructors