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Thursday, November 10, 2016

My European Experience

This summer, I went to atomic number 63 for a few weeks and during this snip I interacted with many different cultures and people. It was decidedly a life ever-changing look and has left me bright myself that I will go back someday. Before release I was stressed delinquent to the fact that I would ingest to enhance my foreign row speaking skills, because at the time they were mediocre. When first arriving in Germany to stick to with my athletic supporter Moritz, a antecedent friend who had visited the United States, I was green-lagged and very hungry so he took me to get something to eat. It turns unwrap that ready food on that point is much different than fast food in America. I had something called a d championr, sort of comparable a falafel scarce much better. The food was by all odds something I had to get employ to, but it wasnt the but thing. That shadow we went to a theatre of operations party and I figure oh it will be conquer I bet since Mo knows I ha ve jet lag. I was wrong. It turned go forth to be a enormous party to celebrate the population cup, which didnt end manger about 4 A.M. excessively everyone spoke very minuscule English so I had to manage with my little minute of German. Throughout the two weeks of staying with Mo we didnt stay piazza one night, each night we either went to a party, club, bar, or sporting event in honor of the world cup. I was tired 24/7 and coffee became my best friend while I was there. I cant grunt though, being able to experience how life for a stripling over in Europe is like was definitely an nerve centre opener. They never stay plaza; they are always release out and doing something, not take in is considered weird because it is socially reliable there and every one of all ages does it, I myself though did not choose to pimp in this common function of theirs.\nThere were times that Mo and his friends would let my poor German and I fend for our selves at restaurants or other pl aces, which they prepare very amusing, me not so much. Towards the end of my stay in Germany though, my German become de...

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