This past weekend was an intermenno conference weekend! It was sooo nice to be with other kids my age and to hang out with people I know. Other than a small mix up, getting off at the wrong station on the way to the weekend gathering, I had an excellent time and everything went smoothly. We all met up on Friday evening, and had a lovely day in Heidelburg the following day on Saturday. In Heidelburg we walked around the city, taking pictures and just enjoying each other’s company. Lastly on Sunday we had a short devotion and then had to say our goodbyes after lunch as half of us left just after 1 oclock.
For many of you who haven’t done intermenno you can understand what a trainee goes through and experiences but only true trainees know the trainee experience in a personal way. To be able to talk, vent, share, and laugh about all we have been faced with made me feel a lot more confident in my decision to do intermenno. All this chatter also helped wash away all the doubts I was beginning to have about the up-coming year.
I know this is a very short recap of this past weekend, but from my experience hearing someone recall a bunch of conversations and dialogs between other people just isn’t that interesting if you weren’t there yourself. I hope this will suffice for now.
To quickly recap the previous weekend before this weekend, my friend Becky and her mother came through Dorndorf on their way to Nurnberg and picked me up. From there we spent a day and a half in Nurnberg and a day and half in Regensberg. They are both beautiful little towns and I had a wonderful time. Again I would go into greater detail but most of the time was spent talking and shopping with Becky and would be boring for you to read about. A more exciting thing worth mentioning is the one night we did go out dancing! After a 20 minute debate in the parking lot about whether or not to go into this rather large, and sketching looking club we decided to go for it and had a blast. We danced the night away and, although most people were fine, we had to make sure to avoid the creepers. I would try and compare it to a Canadian club but I am not yet of age to go to a club in Canada so my only clubbing experiences have been German so far. And, well... so far so good!
To make up for my lack of a blog updates last week I thought it would be fun to share a quick story about one of my days last week!
Last Wednesday, I was sitting at the table cutting strawberries and preparing buckets of cut-up fruit for making ice cream; as Sonja was to make ice cream the next day. I had gone to one of the large refrigerators to get the last, of the 8, buckets of strawberries; however after returning and sifting through the buckets I quickly realized that the fruit had gone bad and needed to be thrown out. I picked up the two heavy buckets of rotting fruit and headed over to the neighboring pig farm where we dispose of our compost. As I waited to cross the road I realize I was still wearing my apron and was in a sorry state of appearance. Just as my heart began to sink in distress about how I was dressed and my lack of make-up and lack of style I remembered I was heading to a pig farm and my self-conscious worries melted away.
As I walked past one of the pig barns on my way to the large compost/ manure pile I saw the little old lady that works on the farm feeding the pigs and shoveling pig dung. We can’t communicate much as she only speaks German and I am only still learning the language, but despite the barrier I always say hello and, under the large white handkerchief wrapped around her hair, she nods her head in greeting. Today, like most days, we had our usual salutation and I continued on to the compost pile to dump my buckets of waste. Today, however, the chickens were out of their cage and were pecking away all around the compost pile. I dumped my buckets of fruit and the chickens all came pecking towards me. I let out a load and embarrassing yelp and quickly ran away from the fast approaching 20 pecking beaks.
Once I had gotten away from the chickens I saw that the farm kittens were lapping up a fresh bowl of milk just inside one of the barns. The now wet, white tongues of 5 kittens were lapping quickly and selfishly at the bowl of milk as they climbed over each other to get to the bowl. In the chaos of squealing pigs, attacking chickens and fowl smells, these little kittens bring joy and calming to the commotion of a busy farm. I enjoyed this pleasant little moment and continued on my way back home.
today: pumpkin cake, pumpkin soup, pumpkin bread
p.s the picture if of me and Becky 1. on a boat ride in near Regensburg 2. in Nurnburg
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