Who understands the French anyway?

Today I went to Strasbourg, France, with Alex and Mallory. We mostly just walked around and looked at stuff. On the way back, the first train was so packed that there was barely room to move. Then some old, fat German guy pushed his way (and 5 other people’s ways) in with his monstrous gut, and then there was really no room to move.

Then on the Strassenbahn in Freiburg, I almost missed my stop because I was enjoying the movement and the nice warmth of the Strassenbahn. At one stop after the train had begun getting out, I looked up at the electronic sign and saw that it said “am Bischofskreuz”, and then I ran to the exit because that is where I live.

In Strasbourg, we ate at McDonald's. The French French fries weren't that great.

Tonight it the party in Mary’s WG (say: vay-gay). Woohoo.