Finding My Faith in Freiburg

"For if every true love affair can feel like a journey to a foreign country, where you can't quite speak the language, and you don't know where you're going, and you've pulled ever deeper into the inviting darkness, every trip to a foreign country can be a love affair, where you're left puzzling over who you are and whom you've fallen in love with." -Pico Iyer

Italy Bound!

Hello old followers!

I’m writing a quick post to tell you about my new blog, Sarah Dell’Arte. I have been accepted into Accademia Dell’Arte through Mississippi University for Women and will be pursuing a Master of Fine Arts in physical theatre in Arezzo, Italy. I leave on August 28th!

And yes, I promise to consistently keep up with this blog!

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How I found my Faith and blamed it on the Boogie

This is me currently writing to you from the Cathedral, 3 months overdue for a haircut.

Thank you to those who were originally following my blog. I received a lot of compliments about my writing and it was definitely wonderful to hear. I never really consider myself to be a writer by any means, but hey, maybe it’s something I can look into later.

I’m currently writing to you from the entrance alcove of Freiburg’s lovely lady, the Münster Cathedral. Evening mass is currently taking place so the organ is blasting out of the main doors like you wouldn’t believe. The chords echoing off of the massive and decorative style walls is by far one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. I’m also menacingly giggling at all of the tourists who are discouragingly walking away from the entrance because it’s not currently opened to visitors. But I digress.

Adventures with my Tigerduck!

I figured since I’ve decided to write one last blog entry, I should give some sort of explanation to my sudden halt in sharing my experiences with all of you. Well, to put it simply, my boyfriend of 2 ½ years broke up with me. I was “semi” coping with the issue until I received my second wind of extremely fucking shitty news when I found out that he was cheating on me since my departure and is now “madly in love” with his new @#&^)*&&^@#$% (Please understand that I’ve written this bit in the shortest and nicest way possible). Not only had I been consistently lied to right to my computer screen replacement of a face, but I was left without even the smallest explanation. I had been forgotten and replaced. I could continue on this topic but obviously there’s no point. Besides, that’s not what this post is all about 🙂

Bingo Night @ O’Kellys!

I think my ex pulling the shallow card and breaking up with me while I was away was the greatest and shittiest thing he could do for me. Think about it. I was left alone on a completely different continent, what the hell could I do to salvage things? I was left to my own devices to pick up shattered pieces of whatever was left of my heart and continue on. Luckily for me, I was in a part of the world that I had no connection to him, which made it a lot easier to cope. My experiences in Freiburg were all my own. Now that it was just me by myself, it was time to finally focus on me for a change and zero in on what I want and what makes me happy in life. Honestly, I’ve never really thought about it before.

Konstaz for Jenn’s 21st

I found my happiness within the relationships that I have created here. I’ve truly met some wonderful people in Freiburg and they’ve helped me to fully open up and be myself without the crutch of a “romantic” relationship. During my time of emotional need, they were the ones who were there to make life easier. Everyone pretty much gave me the same low down, “There’s nothing I can say that will make you feel better, but I promise, with time, everything will be ok.” A few more beers and shots almost always proceeded after this statement to help me forget, lighten the mood, and enjoy each others company.  We even came up with our own cheer, “Tschabalaba!”  We tell everyone that it’s Luxembourgish, random people believe us, we laugh hysterically as they walk away.

It’s hard to say goodbye to wonderful people that you might not ever see again :-/

What I learned from the relationships that I’ve established with my friends is how to be myself and to be truly happy and confident with who I am. I was free to be who I truly am because I wasn’t holding myself back anymore with the excuse of a relationship. I could finally be honest with myself. The freedom of being able to express myself allowed me to develop strong and lasting friendships that I thought I was never capable of maintaining. I was finally able to come out as bisexual and only to be loved just the same. The fact that I could be this free with my own self brought me a lot of peace. All of this took place within my entire time here, mind you. The severe sadness and anger only took a toll for a relatively short amount of time. I didn’t want to feel it anymore, so I learned to let it all go and love the life I live and the world around me. It didn’t feel like it at first, but I knew that eventually I’d be ok.  I mean, that’s what faith is all about, right?

Can you tell that we’re theatre majors? It was so awesome to have Ellen around for a month 🙂

My realization about all of my international friends didn’t really hit me until the last month of the trip. Getting to know them has helped me realize that we’ve all come to Freiburg with some sort of emotional baggage. We were all coping and dealing with hurtful situations that had followed us from home. Hearing some of the personal stories that were passed around helped me to understand that, even when they went through rough times, they were able to be strong about it. With time, their pain subsided and they were able to move on in life. Sure they still have crap that brings them down from time to time, but it helped me to understand that, no matter what happens, everything really is going to be ok. It really is. As far as us contemplating the reason why life throws us these curve balls? Well, we figured that we couldn’t blame it on the sunshine, can’t blame it on the moonlight, not even on the good times. We blamed it on the boogie 😉

Oh, those summer nights.

Faith is considered to be confidence or trust in a person or thing or a belief that is not based on proof of fact. What I was hoping to gain from this trip was faith in myself. I’ve been unhappy for the longest time, constantly questioning myself, and thought that a drastic change in scenery and culture might do the trick. I’ve seen friends come back from there own study abroad trips and you can see that a part of them had changed. It was like the forced independence and initial culture shock had taken a toll on their well being in both good and not so good ways. I wanted to experience this for myself, so I willingly gave into the journey in hopes of being able to find my happiness and change for the better. I write to you today to tell you that I’ve succeeded.

I’ve made a best friend for life. I cried so much after saying “see you later” to Helen. I can’t wait until we’re reunited! Cause BABY BABY she’s, she’s my number one!

I’m ready to come home and start building stronger relationships with my friends back at Stetson like I should have been doing the whole time. I want to be a better sister and daughter to my immediate family, the ones that have put up with my crap for way too long now. I’m coming back home a new and independent me, the person I’ve always wanted to be. I can honestly say that with the mental state that I’m currently in, this is the happiest I’ve been in such a long, long, time. I’ve missed all of you terribly and I can’t wait to come home to you.

Ladies and gentleman, I’ve found my Faith in Freiburg 🙂

I didn’t say that it would be easy, I said that it would be worth it. (Yep, that’s me up there)

Keep the faith,

See you soon!

Sarah Taylor

To Be Discontinued

Dear readers,

Due to recent events and the inability to ever be able to sit in one place, I have made the decision to discontinue my blog.  I unfortunately do not have the time or the patience to write to all of you right now.  I’m in need of some time for me.  My sincerest apologies.

See you in August,

Sarah Taylor

Just trust yourself.  Then you will know how to live. -Goethe

A Non-Sequitor Turn Towards Health

I know I’m behind a couple of blog posts, but I have to intervene momentarily.

I’ve been pretty sick the past week, really nasty chest and head cold.  I felt like death yesterday but went to my classes anyway because they only meet once a week.  I got the weirdest looks from everyone as I sat in my usual corner hacking my lungs out.  Not to mention, in my last class of the day, half of the students were missing because they were sick and the prof was perfectly okay with that.  Well, that’s weird to me.  And last night was a battle between me and the everlasting dry cough that lasted until 4am my time.

Matt, Jenn, and I went for our early morning diction and pronunciation session today with our adviser, Birgit.  She asked how we were doing (in Germany when they ask how you are they actually expect an honest answer and it turns into a 20 minute conversation, because they care, it’s nice) and Matt and I mentioned that we’ve been sick for the past week and we weren’t feeling to great this morning.  Her response: “Why are you hear?  You should be in bed resting.”  *Blank stares from Matt and I*

Matt and I then explained our usual understanding of what we’re used to as far as absences in classes.  If the class meets once a week, you better be there.  Even if it’s a class that meets two or three times a week, you could be deathly ill or have a family emergency and the prof will look you straight in the face and say that those aren’t valid excuses for missing his/her class.  We attend class regardless of our mental and physical state for fear of how it will affect our daily participation grade.  Even if we go to health services on campus, they’ll hand us a doctors note along with the statement, “This is not considered an excuse for missing class.”

This turned into yet another 20 minute conversation.  Birgit was absolutely appalled by our statement and also made a comment about the workforce differences between America and Germany.  Germany has a lot more holidays for those who work and allow for more paid sick days.  They’ll even fund your time at a Wellness Center equipped with the best mineral baths and saunas.  In America?  You’re treated like an object that is easily replaceable.  You’re expected to be working when scheduled.  Not all business are like that, but most couldn’t care less about your overall well being.

Anyways, Birgit assured us that it’s okay to miss class if you’re sick and if there were any issues to just let her know (she’s been our savior since we’ve been here with every little issue we’ve had).  She then kicked us out of her office and told us to go sleep it off.  You know what, now that I think about it, the only other prof that I know who’s told people to go home because they were sick in the middle of class is my German prof back at Stetson.

I know this is a little lame for a blog post, but it was just one of those minor cultural differences that made my jaw drop to the floor.  Germans have sympathy for others, go figure.  My lesson for today: It’s ok to not be going a million miles an hour all the time.  I just finished a cup of tea and I’m going to go lay down now, peace.

PS: Tip for travelers, bring your netti pot.  I almost drowned myself trying to make a homeade one but that’s another story.  What I wouldn’t give for my netti pot right now…


My Return to Strasbourg

Last Saturday, I went on a group excursion to Strasbourg, France.  This is my second time in Strasbourg and I was excited to see some new sights and re-visit some old ones.

I envy the kids who got to play in this epic bounce house.

Our tour first started off at the Strasbourg Cathedral.  No photo I’ve taken can do this place justice.  The church is so beautiful and so massive.

Strasbourg Cathedral

The first scheduled event was to watch the Astronomical clock go off at 12:30pm within the Cathedral, one of the world’s oldest and largest Astronomical clocks (I’ll let you google the rest).  The clock was an extremely impressive sight, but the amount of people packed into that tiny corner of the cathedral added a huge dose of claustrophobia to the experience.  On a side note, cultural differences between Americans and Europeans, Americans have an imaginary three-foot bubble around them at all times.  Think about it next time you’re in a huge crowd and get back to me.

After the uncomfortable viewing of the clock we were given a lunch break.  A lot of our group was lost in the massive crowd so Helen and I went down the street to splurge on delicious French cuisine.  It was the best food I’ve had in Europe thus far.  A light pastry with a creamy mushroom sauce and a complimentary creme brulee, I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect lunch.

The Astronoical Clock next to the Pillar of Angels

On the way back to meet the group I see a couple of older men with winter hats on in the shape of storks.  The Stork is one of the more common symbols of the Alsace region so of course they have them available to you in every way shape and form in every souvenir shop.  I point out this ridiculousness to Helen and she replied back with, “Oh my God, I want one.”  We didn’t have time to buy them at the moment, but we made is a must do for later.

The group getting ready for a boat ride.

We then moved on to our boat tour.  Helen had looked forward to this boat ride for a whole week until she was severely disappointed with what looked like a greenhouse on water.  I assured her that it would be ok and at least we’ll get to see some more of the beautiful sights of Strasbourg.  As the group boarded the boat, a voice came over a loud-speaker instructing us to put our headphones on and to select the language which we would prefer to listen to the tour to.  Helen and I could have chosen English, but there was also a children’s version of the audio tour in English that we were curious to listen in on.  We started cracking up immediately to the ridiculousness of the commentary.

View from the boat

This audio tour was guided by “Captain Jack” and his parrot “Coco” that he threatened to either beat up or kill after every bridge that we had passed under.  Not only would he non-shellantly express the morbid details of the history of Strasbourg (such as the high tide drowning under bridges), but our fictional “Captain Jack” also told us stories of his younger days when fooling around with women on the banks of the river before sailing out on his next adventure.  After a while Helen and I weren’t sure what we were hysterically laughing at the fact that they consider this material appropriate for children or that we had willingly listened to a fake pirate during the whole boat ride.  You might think we’re a bit nuts, but it made the tour worth while.

After the boat ride we were given a couple of hours of free time.  What was at the top of the list of things that I absolutely must do?  Hike it back to the cathedral and climb the  tower of course.  Not only do I enjoy the adventure in climbing cathedral towers, but I was on a mission.  When my boyfriend Kaleb had visited here a little over a year ago, he drew a stick figure of himself in the tower.  Operation stick figure: to find his and draw mine next to it.  But first a pit stop, Helen and I were dead set on buying those stork hats.

The highest you’re allowed to climb

Helen and Matt came along with me on my mini adventure.  Climbing the tower was extremely nerve-racking for them because of the height, but we pressed on checking every brick in every corner to find that small trace of Kaleb.  The second we made it to the top, Helen and Matt were ready to get right back down.  I hung back for a little bit to take in the view of the city and rapidly search for this damn stick figure.  I was starting to give up hope, but I finally found it by the exiting staircase.  I was so excited that I let out a loud gasp and whipped out a pen to draw mine next to it, but of course that’s when everyone up there decided that they wanted to get down now so I had to draw something as quickly as possible without getting nasty looks for adding to the insane amounts of graffiti already present on the cathedral.

After climbing the tower, we quickly visited the history museum nearby (sorry, no photos were allowed), bought some pastries, and waited to meet up with the rest of the group.  To pass the time before returning home, Helen and I whipped out our newly purchased stork hats and displayed ourselves publicly as REALLY obnoxious tourists.  It was a great idea.  The day ended with an exhausting train ride back to Freiburg.  Next trip on the schedule, Basel, Switzerland.

The guy behind us thinks we’re hott stuff, let me tell ya.


On Punctuality and Personality

The first week of classes was pretty frustrating.  In a nutshell, my German language courses are fine but my three other classes that are all in German just blew my mind.  I’m technically a semester behind in language where I should be in order to qualify for studying abroad in the first place, so that doesn’t help much.  I’m told that as time goes on it’ll become easier to understand everything, but until then I’m left to scraping my own brain matter off of the wall and putting it back into my head all by myself.  I’m just thankful for not having classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  It gives me some time to relieve the headache of trying to quickly translate everything that’s being said in the lectures.

And now for some reflections on German punctuality and personality.


I was told that Germans are very punctual.  They tend to be on time, organized, and have a one track mind that consists of making sure that things get done (to the point where you’ll be pulverized if you get in their way while walking).  Not only was the orientation week one of the most unorganized school functions that I’ve ever attended, but my professors, trams, and trains seemed to be running a little late.  My misunderstanding with the professors being late was due to how class time schedules function in Germany.  If the class time extends from, let’s say, 10-12, the class actually doesn’t start until 10:15 and ends at 11:45.  Part of me was relieved that my class is only 1 1/2 instead of 2 hours, but the other part of me wished that I knew ahead of time so that I would’ve gotten breakfast.

To wrap up our first school week, Matt, my new friend Helen from the UK, and I decided to take a day trip to Titisee (insert boob joke here).  We hopped the train in the early morning with the understanding that we would reach our final destination within a half hour.  Ten minutes go by and the train stops at the sketchiest stop I’ve ever seen.  The train starts to roll backward, and the forward, and then backward, and continues to repeat this process until the conductor finally spoke over the loud-speaker.  His speech was completely muffled so I couldn’t understand a word he was saying, so I assumed that the train was either being hijacked or broken down.  The train then decided to retreat back to a previous station that we had passed a few minutes prior and we were all forced to exit the train.  Not even the German natives really knew why.  As all of the passengers got off the train, a guy who we learned lived in Tallahassee for most of his life, commented to us that in the 16 years since he’s been in Germany, he’s never had an experience like this and was horrified that he would be late to where ever his final destination would be.

For something a little non-sequitor, Matt, Helen, and I made plans to go to the water park in Titisee that included a sonna which we were pretty psyched about cause the weather has been crap.  We change into our bathing suites and attempt to walk into the sonna until someone stopped us and asked why we were wearing clothing.  It ended up being a strictly nude sonna.  Titisee lived up to its name and that’s all I have to say about that.


The biggest cultural shock I’ve had since I’ve been here is how reserved German people can be.  Germans are usually only very friendly towards people that they are close with and have known for quite some time.  Acquaintances are treated as though they’re strangers and are hardly ever given a passing hello.  But even with that cultural distinction, it seems tome that German people have barely anything close to a personality.  I’m just not used to such a large population of people being so introverted.  The lack of being able to express myself over the past few weeks has made me want to run into a field of pretty flowers and do back flips or summersalts and  yell out into the sky or SOMETHING to relieve my extroverted self.  Because, as most of my readers out there are aware, I’m about as far from introverted as you can get.

During a half hour break in between one of my classes, I was trying my hardest to converse with a German girl named Paula.  We were in a student run coffee shop next to the school.  It was very loud due to everyone greeting and hugging one another from not seeing each other since the previous semester.  In a very displeased tone, Paula expressed to me how obnoxious and immature she thought they were because of how out of line they were acting with their loud and over-exxagerated greetings and that  proper Germans remain calm and collected.  I completely disagreed with her.  First of all, I think that they had every right to be excited about seeing their close friends after a couple of months apart.  Second of all, I know for a fact that I’m going to be a million times more loud and obnoxious when I finally get to see my friends back at Stetson.  The loud excitement from the other students reminded me of how absurd and obnoxious all of the Theatre Department at Stetson can be during lunch or dinner.  We sit in a specific spot in the back of the commons and no one ever wants to sit anywhere near us because we’re so loud (they’re just jealous cause we’re having a good time 🙂 ).  I didn’t bother to explain this to Paula do to my lack of German vocabulary and fearing disapproval from a possible German contact.  In all, this just made me miss my friends a crap ton.

Until next time,


The Cultural Melting Pot I’ve Come to Know

FINALLY, orientation is over.  The past two weeks have been almost unbearable with waking up extremely early, long days of orientation in German, time extended in the tours of the libraries, no scheduled lunch break in between, and confusion with class confliction and what courses are needed while here.  I’m hoping that those are going to be the worse two weeks while in Freiburg and I’m excited to finally get a routine going with a class schedule.  On a lighter note, there was a silver lining in the weeks of unorganized chaos, and it was the group of us international students who bonded during this hard time of settling in.

Hiking the Black Forrest the day before Easter

The international group this year includes students from many different countries such as the USA, Canada, Serbia, Great Britain, Romania, Luxembourg, Greece, and I think that just about covers most of it.  It was extremely intimidating for me at first meeting all of these new people.  I normally like to warm up to new people as opposed to jumping right into a friendship.  Going abroad puts pressure on you to put yourself out there and quick so that you’re able to make new friends or at least have someone to talk to during your stay.  And after these past two weeks, I’m pleased to tell you that I’ve met some pretty kool people.

Taking a stroll after the Easter service

The past week consisted of getting to know all of my new acquaintances through various activities.  The International Group tutors planned brunches for us which was a great way to get to know everyone.  We also did things like hike the black forest, attend the Easter service at the Munster, having group dinners at each other’s flats, and experienced some of the Freiburg nightlife (and by that I mean watch soccer intently at the Irish Pub and scream bloody murder when Dortmund scores).

What I found to be the most fun about spending time with the others from the international group was getting to know each other through cultural differences.  The earliest case of this was the Canadians and the Americans for making fun of each other’s accents and how we speak in general compared to other parts of America and Canada.  Pretty kool, ay?  I Shared common interests with my friend from Great Britain about Doctor Who, Downton Abbey. and Spice Girls.  A Serbian friend’s birthday is coming up this weekend and she wants to make us pancakes even though we insisted that we should be the ones doing things for her on her birthday.  One night we all pitched in to make burritos and cheered on the Serbians because it was their first burritos ever. As we started to grow more comfortable speaking to each other, we would teach each other phrases that were.  I ended up explaining what it meant to “Bust Your Balls.”  It’s an essential phrase that one must know and know one knows it here, well, they do now.  I don’t think the conversations about cultural differences will never end as long as the conversation topics allows for many different perspectives from all over the world.

Group shot in front of the cathedral

Classes are starting up and I’m both ecstatic and horrified at the same  time.  Ecstatic because I haven’t had class since the end of November, nervous because all of my classes are in German and my language isn’t all that spectacular.  I hope to report good news from my first week of class!


A Hectic First Week

I sincerely apologize for not posting sooner, this first week has been super hectic.  Not only does the exhaustion and the jet lag hit you like a ton of bricks, but the past couple of orientation days have been very long ones.  After a long day of flight travel, Matt and I made it to the Black Forrest hostel where we met up with Jenn (and I made it with all of my luggage this time).  We stayed there for a few nights until we were able to move into our dorm rooms.  We live right along the Dreisam River and it’s GORGEOUS!

The Dreisam River, I get to walk by this every morning.

The past week has been a mix of familiarizing myself with a city that I haven’t been to in two years, a little exploring in the Black Forrest, getting acquainted with the other international students, orientation for classes, a language placement test, and paperwork paperwork paperwork.  The highlight of orientation so far is probably a video that was shown to the international students that was supposed to give us information on how to use the computer labs and where to find the computer techies.  The video was very brief, but did not elaborate on any of those things at all.  The video was very clear stating that if you want the computer techs to help you, they would really appreciate it if you bring them cake.  The rest of the video proceeded with someone stealing their cake, eating some of it, and then having it smashed in everyone else’s faces.  It got to the point where the students leading our orientation apologized for how ridiculous the video was.  Either way, it was extremely amusing.

Freiburg Münster in the early morning

Aside from orientation, I was able to find time to climb the tower at the Freiburg Münster, something that I’ve been looking forward to for quite some time.  It’s a long climb up a really narrow stone staircase.  Yes it’s tiring, but it becomes horrifying when someone is trying to go down the narrow spiral steps of doom while you’re trying to go up.  Trust me, it’s worth it for the view.

I drew this on one of the construction doors while climbing the tower during my last trip to Freiburg. I can't believe that it's still there!!

That just about sums it up for now.  Looking forward to a relaxing Easter break and one last week of orientation until class starts.

A view of the city from all the way at the top of the tower. It's beautiful up here.


Big ol’ Jet Airliner, don’t carry me too far away

50 points to whoever can tell me the band who plays this song and the album that it first appeared on.  Now on to my final post before departure:

The past two weeks have been eventful: spent time with family, visited friends at Stetson, convinced some of them to procrastinate on a group project and get ice cream with me, visited my boyfriend’s family and had a wonderful bratwurst dinner, hung out with my crazy and fun community theatre buddies, my friend Jade stopped by last night for a few hours, and I just had the biggest face-off with a vacuum pack bag.

It’s almost unreal that I’m leaving tomorrow.  Who would’ve thought that I’d be returning to Freiburg in as little as two years?  I’ve been asked a lot recently if I’m scared or nervous about the trip.  Honestly, I’m anxious now more than anything.  I’m ready to pass out on that 9 hour flight and get this trip started already!

But anyway, that about wraps up my pre-departure post update.  My increasing level of excitement is making it very hard to stay stationary at a computer.  The next time you hear from me I’ll be updating you live from Deutschland!

Auf Wiedersehen!


An Introduction to Freiburg

First of all, I would like to congratulate Jennifer on making it to Germany safely.  Matt and I will be joining you in just two weeks!!!  For clarification, we are the three from Stetson University that will be running amuck in the land of the Duetsch this summer (not including the 6 week summer Freiburg program that is also offered through Stetson, but that will be a story come mid June).

In the meantime, I thought it would be a great idea to give you some background information on where I’ll be studying and doing some intense soul searching for the next four months.  Ladies and Gentleman, I give you an introduction to Freiburg im Breisgau, Baden-Württemberg, Germany.

Here's a map to give you a better visual of where I will be located, can you find me? Here's a hint: Extreme south west.

Freiburg was established in 1120 as a free market town at a junction of trade routes which connected the Mediterranean Sea with the North Sea and Baltic Sea.  The favourable location and the discovery of the silver mines in the Black Forest soon led Freiburg to grow into a prosperous and influential city. In 1200, Bertold V initiated the construction of a new parish church, the Freiburg Münster Cathedral, which would allow the city to have a center for its thriving market and a place of worship for its ever growing population.  Today, Freiburg is known for its continuous growth of local and international students (30,000 out of the 220,000 population), its eco-conscious enviornment, and its many attractions such as the cathedral, the historic theatre downtown, and the neighboring Black Forrest (just to name a few).

I would provide photos from my previous trip two years ago, but I don’t want to give everything away so quickly when there’s a whole entire third of a year that you’ll get to spend exploring it with me 🙂

My studies abroad will consist primarily of German language and culture, mostly language.  My language skills are still at a beginners level, but I completely plan on immersing myself into the German way of life so that I can come back as fluent as possible.  It’ll be tough, but it’s amazing what you can get done with an intense amount of drive, ambition, and a hint of self confidence.

The university doesn’t offer any theatre courses, but trust me, no one is going to keep me out of a theatre whether it be as an actor, a technician, or a spectator.  I cannot begin to tell you how much culture and the arts is emphasized in Germany, and the theatrical arts are no exception.  I plan on participating and/or seeing as many shows as I possibly can while I’m there.  I’m sure I’ll see something just as awsome and interesting as the Wagner Ring Cycle Rap Sensation, a show I saw in Freiburg during my last trip (they combined all three operas into a 2 1/2 hour rap and hip hop sensation, it was crazy).

That’s about it for now.  Just two more weeks and then we can really get this blog rolling! March 29th is the big day!

So long for now,


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