Sunday was Easter Sonntag. We all went to church, even Dad. There was a guy who had extremely good English who translated for the three of us. Normally I just read in my Bible during the sermon, but I didn't want to do that that day because Mom and Dad were there. And, one thing I found out in Holland while I was trying to sleep and the others were watching T.V. (which I had a suspicion might be true in my classes), was that if a language is being spoken around you that you can't understand, it becomes a buzz and puts you right to sleep (just like being in the car or having the T.V. on low on one of those jewelry advertising shows). My parents were thankful for that translator.
After church we had lunch and then there was an Easter basket hunt. I didn't actually find a basket because I didn't know that it was going on until after all of them had been found, but I still got to keep a basket (well, the chocolates inside anyways).
Monday, we didn't do anything for most of the day, but went to visit Brigitte and Rolf that night. Christian and Martina were there too. We made plans to get together with Christian and Martina on Wednesday, Rolf and Brigitte on Friday, and that there would be a party at the Helm's on Saturday. Tuesday, Mom, Dad, Vanessa, Elena, and I walked around Wiesbaden for a couple of hours. We were at this one souvenir shop for over half an hour, I think.
Wednesday was great! Christian picked us up at the Helm's house and then we drove to Mainz to meet Martina for ice cream. We then walked around Mainz for a while, went back to their house for a little and then went to an Italian restaurant for din din. After we were finished eating some sort of alcohol in a shot glass was served. My first public, legal drink!!!
Now I'll skip to Friday. We went over to Brigitte and rolf's house for dinner. It was such a great meal. It was called Raqulette. Brigitte set out in dishes bread, cheese salami, pepperoni, peppers, mushrooms, and potatoes. In the middle of the table, there was a sort of heating machine with eight square metal dishes with wooden handles inside. You would make up a dish with, say, potatoes, cheese, salami, and mushrooms, stick the the little plate in the heater for a few minutes and then you're done. It was really good.
Saturday was the day of the party. We spent the day cleaning the house and I had to pack up my winter clothes that I was sending home with Mom and Dad. At around seven, everyone arrived. It was Rolf, Brigitte, Werner, Elke, and Christian. All in all, there were thirteen people there, but we were never all sitting at one table at once, so you needn't worry (the volcano blew its top AFTER Mom and Dad got home).
Last week, I went with a couple of my friends to Bad Kreuznach to see a movie. Because I live in Schöneberg and there are hardly any buses there, I had to be there the entire day (no school that day), but I'm not complaining. It's something I can't do in New Hampshire because there aren't ANY buses, so i am going to try to go as often as possible. Oh, and we went to see a movie and some interesting things were that in front of the screen was a curtain that would close when the lights went up, that they sold ice cream after the previews, and that almost all of the movies start at 3:30.
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