I'm sitting in a big room in a house that is 450 years old in a German town called Fishingen. The trees are budding in the chilly spring afternoon and I can see Switzerland from the window in the distance. Everyone in the room speaks German and throws lolly wrappers at me to make me feel more included.
Today we visited a German village, Frieberg, where I had my first German sausage (triple checking it wasn't made of pork!) and sat in a cafe playing some dice game.
This place is the most exciting place. Yesterday we went to a French Provincial Town, which made me want to sing songs from Beauty and the Beast, had dinner in a German bistro and went out in a Swiss town called Basel. 3 countries in a few hours all moments apart. I'm still excited by the old buildings and colourful terrace houses.
It's strange not being able to communicate fully. I've written a few phrases on my hand such as wei ge es dier and eash ourch, though if you speak German you won't understand what I've written. I wrote the phranetically and I'm pretty sure I saw it wrong.
I'm missing London already. Spending my days in Soho and walking down West End at night, I realised it's the kind of place I want to live. Maybe one day.
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