(This is for you, Mexico crew) Last night I went on an adventure. This was no typical adventure (well, at least for an almost-21-year-old American young person). Along with fifteen other hungry and anxious-to-do-something-wonderful mismatched persons, I drove to Singen. Upon arrival, we bypassed all of the Fausnacht parties, and went straight the local's favorite coffee house - McDonalds. We then spent four hours in the colorful and exciting (as many strange Fausnacht characters came in to get their cappuccino and cheeseburger...including three clowns and a band of lionesses...rawr) lobby of the restaurant. Over coffees and icecream, we talked and played and enjoyed being done with finals. The conversations ranged from unfinished papers to spring break plans (I will most likely be spending the break in Spain and hopefully Portugal)to home life. After a few hours of relatively quiet activities, we decided to partake in the old youth group favorite - Mafia. I had absolutely no idea that this game was international. However, the later it got...the more graphic the stories of killing became. Our group became progressively louder and louder, and soon had the attention of most of the restaurant (who probably thought we were having some strange sort of worship service). It was really a hoot. Well. That is really all that happened on the adventure. After four hours of laughing, playing and talking (and eating scrumptious foods), we drove through the windy-woodsy roads and came home. It was a lovely night. I hope your travels were safe today. Please wave hello to the streetlight, eat lots of quesotacos and hug all of my friends for me. Oh, and I'd very much like a bolie. Thank you.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
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(This is for you, Mexico crew) Last night I went on an adventure. This was no typical adventure (well, at least for an almost-21-year-old American young person). Along with fifteen other hungry and anxious-to-do-something-wonderful mismatched persons, I drove to Singen. Upon arrival, we bypassed all of the Fausnacht parties, and went straight the local's favorite coffee house - McDonalds. We then spent four hours in the colorful and exciting (as many strange Fausnacht characters came in to get their cappuccino and cheeseburger...including three clowns and a band of lionesses...rawr) lobby of the restaurant. Over coffees and icecream, we talked and played and enjoyed being done with finals. The conversations ranged from unfinished papers to spring break plans (I will most likely be spending the break in Spain and hopefully Portugal)to home life. After a few hours of relatively quiet activities, we decided to partake in the old youth group favorite - Mafia. I had absolutely no idea that this game was international. However, the later it got...the more graphic the stories of killing became. Our group became progressively louder and louder, and soon had the attention of most of the restaurant (who probably thought we were having some strange sort of worship service). It was really a hoot. Well. That is really all that happened on the adventure. After four hours of laughing, playing and talking (and eating scrumptious foods), we drove through the windy-woodsy roads and came home. It was a lovely night. I hope your travels were safe today. Please wave hello to the streetlight, eat lots of quesotacos and hug all of my friends for me. Oh, and I'd very much like a bolie. Thank you.
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ReplyDeleteAuntie and I enjoyed bolies at the market.
And thought of you. 2 for $1. I had chocolate.
I can't wait for you to go back. And eat quesatacos. And play games with your Mexican brothers and sister. They are waiting for you.