We’re starting off badly – stressed out, I haven’t slept in 24 hours and I’m snacking on tortilla chips, nuts and cookies. Hello to on-coming breakout. Also, the Ersatzverkeer is messing with me. As per the norm. There’s the impending doom of missing my next train/bus, the cold air in the drafty Bahnhof and the combination between overtiredness and (probably) too much sugar keeping me up. What a fabulous start to a birthday.
Yes, 19. I don’t really believe it either. A part of me feels so much older and mature than I truly am, which also sounds silly and rather proud. While another whiny, unhappy and incontent little voice moans about getting older, the responsibility it comes with and my stumble into adulthood. I was told the other day that I was very serious for a (almost) 19-year-old. I was told that, since I am so young and in Berlin, that it is time for me to experiment with drugs and experience the true clubbing scene! Uuh… thanks? But no thanks.
But back to the main part of this story: my travels.
After getting something more substantial to eat (a fresh breadzel filled with Frischkäse) and finally figuring out which train I should take next, things started to look up. Talking to a few people, I found out I wasn’t the only one the DB had screwed with, I wasn’t the only one with a ticket that didn’t match the travel plan *exhales a large breath of relief* Thankfully I wasn’t told to pay another 70€ or get off at the next stop and thankfully I got a 20 minute nap on the next train.
The Large Cuckoo Clock and the RE train going over Höllental Valley near the Hirschsprung – look it up. You’re welcome.
I cannot explain the feeling I experienced in seeing the beauty of the Southern German countryside, of the computer screen infront of me indicating the time of my arrival in Sankt Georgen and that time diminishing kilometer by kiometer. I cannot describe the peace I felt – knowing that I would soon be arriving and seeing my wonderful Grandparents (and that I didn’t get lost) – that even though I had been awake for over 24 hours – my heart would leap for joy when seeing them.
Arriving at the station, I was greeted by my Grandparent’s with “Happy Bithday” wishes and “Lovely to see you’s” and photos were taken (although I probably look like I was just raised from the dead in these pictures.) Arriving at home, we sat down to a fry-up breakfast by my grandpa and I was sent to shower and get into a cozy, warm bed for an hour nap which was over as soon as my head hit the pillow, but thankfully left me feeling revitalized and energized (I like thaz word ‘revitalized‘ it sounds so fancy and spa-like)
We headed to our favourite Chinese restuarant in St. Georgen where the owners know my grandparents and have sent back gifts for my brother and I everytime my Grandparents eat there. I ate way too much! But you know… it was a buffet… it tasted so good… and you have to try everything (or almsost everything) at a buffet. It’s a general rule, remember that kids…
I was given a bottle of Plum Wine (Pflaumen Chiew) as a birthday gift from the owner. *wiggles eyebrows*
Plaumen Chiew for my biffday
We didn’t do very much sightseeing due to the cold and windy weather, but it was amazing spending time with my grandparents, driving around the Schwarzweld and devouring homemade Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte (the Black Forest Cake) – the be all and end all of cake!
What better than to eat Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte in Schwarzweld!?
Along with all my lovely birthday gifts and goodies, I got some treats from South Africa – 2 large packets of rusks (drools) black and Rooibos tea and some more Bakers biscuits because you know… I need to live.
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I cannot deny that my time spent with my Grandparents was absolutely fantastic but too short! Anyone willing to sponsor me so that I can regularly fly over my family? I’m willing to repay you in meals and my awesome personality… (holding fingers that someone besides my mom agrees)
So anyway I’m sorry this post is so delayed, but I hope you enjoyed it! In the time that I was supposed to finish this and send it off, I was binge watching a channel starring food and 4 quirky, wonderful British men: SortedFood. I’m in love – obsessed even – and have proceeded to follow them on Instagram. Oh dear. I also decided that it was time to use some of my birthday money and buy some Air plants, because again – obsessed.
There’s only one store I know so far that sells them – Schee (another shop that I walk into and want to buy everything… so dangerous) I decided to buy three – one of every size and I am happy with my purchase and love my weird air babies.
Let me know what type of plant/s interests you and what other indoor plants I should get for when I have my own apartment – my goal is to live in jungle/overgrown vegetation style! Stay slayin’ peeps!
Trains, Travels and Torte in St. Georgen (I would put grandparents in here too but it doesn't start with 'T') We’re starting off badly – stressed out, I haven’t slept in 24 hours and I’m snacking on tortilla chips, nuts and cookies.