This morning Sandra and I caught up on some sleep and didn t get up for breakfast until 9:45ish (At

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Libby here. I am writing to you from the loveliest balcony of our new home. I arrived yesterday morning, Berlin time, (2am my time) so my sleep schedule is a little wacko and I don t know how to change the time on my watch so I m living idli making machine life six hours ahead. After being on a plane/in the airport for upwards of thirteen hours I was so happy to finally land. However, this was my first real culture shock. I had made a few friends on the plane students who were also Americans and about to begin their summer study abroad session idli making machine so I stood with them as we waited (what seemed like hours) for out luggage to come through idli making machine baggage claim. Finally it arrived, I said my goodbyes and then realized I needed idli making machine to find the (parking lot?) where Sandra had told me they would be waiting. I saw a few people exiting out of a door that had something written above it that I assumed might mean exit or parking lot or pick-up idli making machine (but could have also meant literally anything else I would not have known) so I followed.
There idli making machine were a lot of people standing in the giant room with signs saying things like welcome idli making machine home! but none of them said my name and I saw no sign of Sandra or her Oma. They re probably just outside waiting in a car for me I thought. So I took my bags and tried my best to guess which door sign read exit and which one read enter so I wouldn t stand out as too much of a foreigner (my blonde hair had done me well thus far). Once outside I began peering into every car parked on the curb. But once again saw no one familiar. idli making machine Maybe I took the wrong plane. Maybe I m at the wrong gate. Maybe they left because my plane was so late. I ll just ask this guy for help Oh wait, he doesn t speak English. NO ONE HERE SPEAKS ENGLISH. There is literally no way I will be able to ask for any help. Calm down. Everything is going to be OK. Alright, idli making machine this is an airport. It will be totally safe and not even that weird to sleep here. I have all my clothes. They will have to come get me sometime. Maybe I can just go home with my new study abroad friends and get wifi to contact Sandra there. I walked back inside feeling idli making machine a little better about my situation but scanned the room once more just in case.
We had somehow missed each other when I first exited. Sandra, her Oma, and her Oma s boyfriend were all waiting for me. I tried my best to greet Sandra idli making machine s Oma and her boyfriend but knew no greeting words other than Hallo so I just went for the hug. On the drive home Sandra told me breakfast was waiting for us and I was so confused because I had just eaten dinner and time zones still blow my mind.
We arrived at her Oma s apartment (which is in the most adorable area of town with cobblestone idli making machine streets and cafes on every corner and a park across the street and a little carnival going on all week) and a beautiful spread was awaiting us on the kitchen table. We had fresh bread from the bakery with an assortment of meats and cheeses, yogurt, mozzarella idli making machine stuffed baby tomato s, soft boiled eggs (a new favorite) , orange juice, and coffee. Afterwards, Sandra left to go volunteer at an OT clinic idli making machine downtown and I got some sleep. That night we did a little exploring we went to the carnival which was literally a dream come true for me because the fair is my second favorite place on Earth and now I had a free one right down the street from me. We got nutella crepes and I asked her to translate everything we walked past. Here, we discovered the fad of cookie necklaces. I think cookie necklaces for them are kind of like funnel cakes for us. A smart idea, really hands free eating idli making machine at your leisure. We walked a little farther downtown, visited a few stores, got scolded for being in the bike lane, discovered PDA is a lot more accepted here, and smiled at people that just stared back at us.
This morning Sandra and I caught up on some sleep and didn t get up for breakfast until 9:45ish (At least that s what I was told. Like I said, I have no concept of time here). We ate breakfast and then came outside on the balcony with some coffee and had our quiet times (We re bringin idli making machine coffee and the Word to Berlin, baby). Sandra left to go volunteer idli making machine and her Oma went to work. So I decided I would walk to the park and spend some time there reading. Before I left, I practiced using the key to open and close the door to the apartment (it is much different here than in America). Once confidant enough that I would be able to let myself back in, I set off. For those of you who know me