Well, as you all might have seen on facebook today, I got lost.
Today was the first day that I took the bus home from school. The bus stop for the trip home is different than the bus stop for the ride in the morning – this I knew. Also, my host-mother has showed me two times where the bus stop is and where I should go. Note to everyone in the world: Curving to the left is different than TURNING left. I walked down so many WRONG streets and it was freakin scary. People were sitting outside (which is crazy cuz it’s cold) or were working construction and saw me walking back and forth and probably lost I was CRAZY! Or perhaps they just knew I was a dumb American… L O L.
Anyway, I walked past this bakery, like, 6 times and started to think it wouldn’t be a bad idea to go in to ask a worker if they knew where my street was. Since it was starting to get dark, I finally did. Oh boy! Not helpful. In German, I asked the lady if she knew where Hauserbronnerstraße was and she replied that she isn’t from Urbach, so she doesn’t know. Super… She told me to go to a bar across the street to ask them, but I was already getting choked up in there, so I didn’t want to go ask another person. Once I got outside, I broke into tears. How embarrassing. I don’t do well with not knowing where I am. And I don’t do well with directions (thanks for that hereditary flaw, ma!)
When I regained composure, I called my host-mom, which I felt SO BAD for because I knew she was at work today and I felt bad for bothering her. She stayed on the phone with me as I walked to my house, which was soooo nice of her! She asked me if I saw certain things, all of which I did and had seen a few times already walking back and forth. My problem was that I was TURNING left down other streets instead of just following the road that CURVES left. AH!! If I had walked, like 500 feet further than I already had a couple times, I would have seen our house. Oh golly, that’s good.
Thinking back, I think that the funniest part is that I was ON Hauserbronnerstraße the WHOLE TIME!! My German must be pretty bad, or the lady at the bakery must not know where she works… (I’m guessing it’s that my German is bad. Oh, and I was half crying which makes my German that much harder to understand).
Although this was super crazy stressful, I’m back and I’m OKAY! And I now know how to get home from school. I’m a big kid now.
Until next time…
ps I PROMISE I’ll add pictures to this blog sooooon. 🙂 LOVE YOU ALL!
keelygoshia 
Keely this is John Humphreys a friend of Keith’s. He gave me the link to ur site. I guess he got tired of me asking about u. Any way Pam (my wife) and I were in Wurzburg for late 1968 to mid 1970. US Army. We had some of the exact experienes u r hving. I learned how to ride the bus and cldnt speak German. We shopped on the economy in small mkt next to where we lived. we acutally lived in Keesberg. I really liked those little hard rolls and all their pasteries. The beer was a favorite, I guess they don’t hv gluten free beer, or do they.
I w/b cking this blog daily. enjoy ur stay and see all u can see. Hv fun and wear that smile.
Thanks, John! It has been great thus far!
I’m glad you’ve found my blog to keep up. 🙂
Neat to hear about you and your wife!
As for the beer: They do have gluten-free beer at the stores, but I’m allergic to Sorghum, which is what gf beer is made from… I guess I’ll stick to wine. 😉
Best,
Keely
I’m afraid you got your mom’s sense of direction. Ugh. Probably not a great idea to be wandering like that. I’m just sayin’…
As far as directions, I recall a time when I was looking for a place in Manchester, England, and was amazed that no one could give me directions. It was as if they’d never given anyone directions in their lives. It was amusing to continually hear “Uh, I thinks it’s somewhere over “there”. Drive a little bit, take a turn, and then…On second thought, I don’t know where that is.” Mind you, I had an actual address and business name.
Thanks for posting pictures!