Last night I meant to take pictures of the dinner I cooked for Rebecca, Michaela, and I. I also meant to take pictures of Rebecca and Michaela and I. I feel like that's weird though, in a "hey let me prove I have friends!" way.
After Rebecca left, Michaela and I watched Argentina defeat Greece. Hilarious comment from German Michaela - "Oh come on Greece, we can't bail you out of this one!" or something along those lines. Also saw snippets of Korea owning Nigeria. I think I've finally reached the point where I can ignore the noise of the vuvuzelas in the stadium. For those who don't know what they are, they happen to be the foulest creation known to sports and yes, they are worse than air horns.
I suspect that I will hear many of them tonight when Germany celebrates their inevitable defeat of Ghana and I will be celebrating when the U.S. beats Algeria. They better beat Algeria. My enjoyment level when watching sports increases when I understand the sport. I understand soccer and I know how the World Cup functions. Last time Germany played I could count the goals even though I was not watching. It *was* that loud.
Anyway, Michaela and I had a little slumber party. I think it's kind of funny and sad that she is going to the U.S. to go to grad school and I am moving to Germany for a year. She got a full ride to Harvard and that is so cool. But she's nervous about living in America just like I am about living in Germany. Now matter how accustomed to a foreign culture you are, you will always be foreign. And when the cultures are similar but different? It's really awkward. Dating in Germany is different than dating in the U.S.; people in the U.S. tend to be more friendly than people in Germany but it's not always sincere; and on and on.
I'm hoping the fact that I will be living with people who lived in the U.S. for 10 years will lessen the cultural shock. I've been here for 5 weeks so really there should not be any - logically anyway. But there totally is.


