Saturday 21 January 2017

My European Experience

This summer, I went to europium for a few weeks and during this m I interacted with many contrary cultures and people. It was emphatically a bread and butter changing experience and has go forth me promising myself that I for model go back someday. in the beginning leaving I was express due to the fact that I would pay to enhance my exotic language speaking skills, because at the time they were mediocre. When first arriving in Germany to hinderance with my fri leftover Moritz, a previous friend who had visited the unite States, I was jet-lagged and very(prenominal) thirsty(p) so he took me to swallow something to eat. It turns out that fast diet there is much several(predicate) than fast provender in America. I had something called a doner, contour of like a felafel but much flirtter. The food was definitely something I had to get used to, but it wasnt the only thing. That night we went to a house party and I figured oh it will be tame I bet since Mo knows I have jet lag. I was wrong. It turned out to be a massive party to keep back the instauration cup, which didnt end till about 4 A.M. Also everyone spoke very lilliputian English so I had to manage with my little bit of German. Throughout the deuce weeks of quelling with Mo we didnt dwell home one night, each night we either went to a party, club, bar, or sporting face in honor of the world cup. I was tired 24/7 and coffee became my high hat friend while I was there. I cant complain though, being subject to experience how life for a teenager over in Europe is like was definitely an eye opener. They never stay home; they are of all time going out and doing something, non smoking is considered weird because it is socially accepted there and every one of all ages does it, I myself though did not choose to indulge in this third estate habit of theirs.\nThere were generation that Mo and his friends would let my vile German and I make do for our selves at restaurants or opposite places, which they found very amusing, me not so much. Towards the end of my stay in Germany though, my German frame de...

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