the world has turned and left me here

almost (culture) shocked

I awoke at 4 am with German words streaming through my head, some known, some unknown. Grabbed a book and started reading to silence them. At 5 I went back to sleep, and awoke around 4 pm for a grand total of about 15 hours of sleep. More than I've ever slept in one go before. I think this is not really because I needed 15 hours of sleep, but more an artifact of when I'm used to getting up. 4 pm Munich time corresponds to 9 am Central time.

All the shops are closed for the weekend now (damn!) and I am desperately in need of a power adapter for the laptop. Both Matt and Mark must have left this morning for Munich with their parents.

Ate dinner with them all this evening. Good sausage, bread, and salad, much better than the spaghetti I made for myself last night. When I opened the sauce that I'd just bought several hours earlier at a market, there was mold on top, even though the seal was unbroken. I scooped what I could see off and ate up anyway. The sauce still tasted slightly of mold. Reminded me of that time my freshman year that I let an ordinary coffee filter sit in the maker and discovered a rainbow-colored filter in its place several weeks later. Despite repeated bleachings, coffee made in it had an unmistakable hint of mold from that point onward. Whatever it takes to wake up in the morning, I suppose.

Tonight, in desperation, I took the S-Bahn back to the airport, hoping that the shops would still be open. Alas, they were not, and I returned defeated. All this occurred in one of the worst rain storms that I have ever taken part in. At one point I thought I was stranded at the BesucherPark stop. There was absolutely no escaping the rain, though I tried to in a glass elevated walkway above the rails; it poured out of light fixtures and blew up three flights of stairs from the station below. The lights even went out for a few minutes. When lightning would strike nearby, an audible click like the sound of something powering up would come from the metal handrail, so I was very careful not to touch anything metal in the place. I had no jacket and was freezing cold. At last the S-Bahn came, delayed, and I made my way back to Ottobrunn empty-handed.