Tschüss with Cheese!

For my mom, who is already confused: Tschüss (pronounced like shoes with a ch-sound before it) is German for see ya! And as for the cheese, that is just how I celebrated both the completion of my Sprachkurs (language course) and therefore my leaving of Altheim.

Cheese-y goodness.

Elke made a special meal, usually reserved for Christmas time, for my little going away party. She really didn't make anything, but rather she prepared a bunch of different ingredients that we made using raclette.
                        
Don't quote me on this, but I think raclette is French for "melting cheese all over different things in a mini-shovel, eating waaay too much, and stopping just before you explode." But, like I said, not quite sure.

Irregardless of how delicious it was, I think I need more practice to work up my tolerance. I could only eat three of the shovel things full. Volker continued to eat for a half hour after I put my fork down.            

Volker: Master Racletter 

Not so masterful. They always fell apart.

So now I say goodbye to you Altheim, and I move forward to buying my own groceries again *sob* and attending real university in Germany. Wish me luck!

Tschüss to you too, you crazy bird.