O Brats and Schnitzel!

At Arno's (he's emptying the dishwasher, something I'm not allowed to do "until I've been taught"), typing what assuredly will be my last European blog for a long time.

It's a good occasion to wax lyrical, and I'm trying to resist that urge. Still, when I think about all the places and people I'll never see again, and of the places and people I might not ever see again (though I plan to) the sense of what I'm going to lose in about twelve hours becomes profound.

I left Freiburg yesterday morning, with a book from The Pancake Man, a CD from The Suburbanite, and a lunch which The Urbanite, looking out for me to the last, made for me earlier.

In all, I said goodbye to them and to Sophia, my flatmate and everyone's favorite Swede. My other flatmates were nowhere to be found on Saturday morning and I didn't bother taking leave of any of the other IES people. Didn't even think to, actually, until I'd already turned in my last essay (finished with half an hour to spare) and hopped on the bus back to my WG in Vauban.

I'll sum up the whole "German experience" at some later point, I assume. Time for my last meal at Arno's, as long as we're tabulating "lasts".

Suffice to say: I like Germany, and the Germans. And I'll miss what I'm losing.