What ho! Labyrinth of Werne

Trip Start Nov 10, 2013
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Trip End Dec 10, 2013


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What I did
Anne Frank Gymnasium

Flag of Germany  , North Rhine-Westphalia,
Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Today began as magical as yesterday, except I became lost. Twice. Whilst traversing on bike to the school, I somehow was not able to remember the way to school. For this reason, I started following a fellow cyclist, whom to my complete horror, was in attendance at another school. I had followed him for at least ten minutes and had no idea as to my location.
    
    Obviously not learning from my mistakes, I then followed a small herd of cyclists and was able to make my way back to the school.    
    
     I suppose we'll see how tomorrow goes with my abilities in making ot to school.
    
    School was just as good today as it has been since our arrival here in Germany. The class in which I am placed on Wednesdays is reading the book Holes, which is wonderful because I am quite familiar with it. I am re-reading it to make sure all details are remembered as they happen in the book. This is a tenth grade class with several leaving next week to spend a few weeks in Bowling Green as part of the GAP program hosted there. Like students in America, the students here must learn about the characters and character traits. They must also be familiar with point of view and summary of content. Though this book would be read at a much younger age, the students are reading it in English, as such more is demanded for comprehension.
    
    After this we left school to meet with the mayor of Werne. He was a nice gentleman and was generally pleased with our presence in Werne and at the school. Some pictures were taken, conversation had...
    
    After this, we walked about the center of Werne, looking at stores and otherwise enjoying the general splendor of this city. The main catholic church here is absolutley beautiful; magnificent stained glass windows, tall ceilings, etc, etc.

    Then comes mishap zwei, I lost my way home, again. This time there was no excuse, as I simply walked past the building, three times. Thankfully my savior Rachel Wilson was walking with me, and we eventually found the home. Then as we walked back to get to the school to feth my bike, we sort of lost how to get to Rachel's homestead. 
    
    In the end, all was figured out. It was also decided and learned that bikes in Germany are much taller than the ones in America. Are people taller??? These two concepts have nothing in common other than being simple observations made about life here in Werne.
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