This is the second post about my time in Germany.
Day 3: Sunday
A German church service is longer than an American one. Or it just feels that way because it was all in German and I didn’t understand a word of it.
Then came the part when our group got to sing In Christ Alone and How Deep the Father’s Love for Us. It went really well, and I think they liked it. An elderly lady told me I looked exactly like her grandson.
Then we had lunch. I don’t really remember what it was… Maybe lasagna? I know we had lasagna a once while we were there and it was wonderful.
After this, we went back to the house. Much of that day is a fog because I was extremely tired.
Day 4: Monday
This was one of the tourism days, and it was super neat. We went to some German cathedrals and then to some Luxembourg places and then to some French places. I was still tired and continued to fall asleep in the van, but it was super neat and we got to see a lot of places. Here are some things I did:
- Had lunch at a really good German restaurant.
- Accidentally donated 15 cents to the Catholic Church. (It was for a postcard. The moment I heard my money ring in the coffer, I regretted it, knowing I had just let one of my relatives escape purgatory.)
- Got a Coke at a McDonalds.
- Greeted a German using what little German I knew who said she was good and asked how I was.
- Saw an ancient roman wall underground.
- Got chocolate at a Lindt store and didn’t have to use English to buy it.
- Walked into a Levi’s Store and turned red as I heard a rap song in English with words you’d hopefully never hear in an American store.
- Saw a person pretending to be a statue. (It was super convincing.)
- And took photos…
Somewhere in that tired day, we went to Luxembourg. I didn’t know it was a country until I was literally in the country. Yeah. (Here is a fun thing I discovered Googling this place: they speak French, German, and LUXEMBOURGISH. I am serious.) It was pretty beautiful, and I actually took the photo that’s the header for this post there. It’s a big bank or something.
The first place we went to see there was an American WWII Cemetery. It was surreal. All those graves were Americans who fought in the war, and here it was, being taken care of by people of a country I’d never heard of. General Patton had a special grave there that I got to see. The whole place was beautiful.
For supper, we went to a place in France called Flunch. I liked it. The servers and manager were the only nice French people I saw. Everyone else was rude. Which is sad, because I’m French.