Drinking Beer and Making Memories in Heidelberg

I am going home next Wednesday, back to the good old U.S.A. My fun and crazy European days are dwindling down to a close. So sad. So sad. As I sit here writing, I am in nestled in a little internet cafe in a quaint historic college town in Germany called Heidelberg, or as the locals call it, the heart of Germany.

I, like everyday, am having the time of my life. The first night I ate some traditional German food, it was very interesting. Stef and I were laughing most of time because I kept making ridiculous faces. After dinner, we skipped through town and explored the little walkways. We also met up with one of his friends whom is a local artist. She was very friendly and served us some California wines. She showed me some of her work and a new book that was recently created of her unique and mesmerizing art. So much talent in Heidelberg!!

Last night, after visiting a breathtaking vista point above Heidelberg, Steff and I went to a friend's house for dinner. The house was old and beautiful, very charming. The family was lively and fun. I am so horrible at recalling names, but I will say the individuals were all  memorable. Steff's friend had three children who were all practicing their English with me. The youngest boy was five years old and he couldn't get enough. He paraded me through their garden, showed me a little sunflower he had just planted, and engaged me in a game of frisbee! Every time we caught the frisbee we would laugh and say good job! I would tell him in English and then he would tell me the same in German. At the end of the night, he got the phrase down and out of the blue he would say, GOOD JOB! It was so cute.

The dinner was savory and the evening flowed like wine. After dinner, Steff and his friend had a little jam session in a nook of the house. They are both awesome guitars players! They are modest, but both are exceptionally talented. I was lucky to be serenaded by such sweet sounds while enjoying a earthy french wine next to a roaring fire. It was one of those evenings I will always remember. Between the strumming of the guitars, Steff's singing, and my occasional banshee cry during the flamenco jams, I was experiencing life in Europe at its finest.