Yesterday marked two months since my arrival at Ulm and it’s definitely been the most enriching sixty days so far. I still recollect that day in early February when I landed at Frankfurt with a pounding headache, finding my way to baggage claim across the labyrinth that the Frankfurt airport is, lugging around my suitcases in what seemed to be an eternity of a walk to the train station, and waiting in the platform with the chilly weather attacking me despite the many layers of clothing. I ran around with my luggage to get into the wagon, struggling to lift the second suitcase when a kind middle-aged man walked by and instructed me to just get in. I blindly followed his words; this stranger who stopped by just to place my suitcase in one effortless lift onto the train. In the few minutes that the train had stopped at Frankfurt, I wasn’t able to get into the right compartment. So I had to push my American Touristers (thank god for their 360 degree wheeling!) through two more compartme...
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A bird perched upon a signboard, cloudy skies, John Denver singing ‘Leaving on a jet plane’ into my ears, as the bus winds downhill. The beautiful valley comes into view, with its different hues of green; like right out of a postcard. I wonder if I will ever grow tired of this! There's something new to spot everyday. Narcissus ringing in spring over sidewalks, magnolias in delightful pinkish reds, and cherry blossoms looking like dollops of stardust. That pretty house with its idyllic windows, a telephone booth snugly sitting in a corner, wall murals that speed past. I am lost in these sights and the guitar notes of ‘Hotel California’ when I realise I have to change buses at the next stop. I pause the music and get off. It has rained here; I see puddles and maneuver my way around it. I find a spot to wait, narrowly escaping the raindrops that are rolling off the bus shelter. My eyes dart to the display; four minutes left for my bus. Billy Joel is humming whilst my bus arrive...