Living a Little...

I have been meaning to update this for the last couple of days, but it's been a busy. We are in the middle of the processing all of the forms for moving/living in Tuebingen which will take place at the end of March. But, you guys are important to me, so here we go.

If I have learned one thing through this last weekend I think it would have to be: Don't mess with your driver. Be it a bus, train, cruise ship, or any other form of transportation.
Last week I took my regular bus back to my host-house (trust me, it feels weird calling it 'my house') and at a stop too many students tried to get on the bus. The driver got out of the bus, slamming his fists on the window and yelling in German for them to pack in as tightly as possible. Which of course, the students replied to as any group of fourteen-year-old would with snide comments, rolled eyes, and essentially ignoring him.
I suppose that was a big no-no or the bus driver had just realized he wasn't getting paid per rider, so he left two kids at the stop. Then he proceeded to speed by the next five stops without allowing anyone off even though people were yelling at him. I mean, it was cool by me because he eventually let me off.... But a big bummer to the rest of the people who had to walk 3 kilometers to their houses.

If I had a second lesson for the week it would be that I am probably not meant to attend parties. All that I will say is that when you mix Brazilians, vegetarian pizza and Mäxle nothing good can come from it. Although, Bobbi, Eric, Rita, be proud of me. I tried to make friends.
For some reason, my font will not allow me to unitalicize. I apologize. 
Also, I have more to tell, but I'm going to leave it to be continued because I need some sleep tonight.