I did not quite realize the popularity/desire to hear about my life, but since there seem to be some curious people who have sunk so low as to crave news from yours truly, maybe I should indulge them. (You are welcome mom). Well would you believe, I really have had little time to write since this time at Daniela's it has been slightly more eventful than the cake walk I have previously experienced here. I was luckily able to come back to Horba after discovering the little mishap with the language program (I blame this on the possibly new German woman chancellor). Anyway, the parking place that I had previously helped with in July is now a lot more closer to actually accomodating an actually automobile. I was busy with that until yesterday when I was put to a familiar task: digging holes. You know, I am surprised that there is any more solid ground around the place, I have dug more holes than I can count and I have only been here for a month. I am not sure if this is a German characteristic, but digging holes seems to be quite the popular hobby. And if one is not digging one themselves, the men in the neighborhood start to flock around someone that is like chimps to an ant hill. In fact, scientists have determined that men and chimps make excatly the same grunting sounds when engaged in these respective situations. Don't act surprised.

Right. Where was I? Indeed, my time back in "The Lake City" (the motto of Horba, pop. 200, which, among little else, has a small man made pond...pond is a strong word, lets call it a water rentention dip). Last night we went out with a couple Daniela's friends to a chinese restaurant in the area which was most excellent. I barely almost couldn't finish my meal, but in the end my eyes won the battle against my stomach, though I am not sure if my brain was happy with the results. The day before another of Daniela's friends came over for breakfast. She is a volunteer firefighter, so she took us over to the fire house for a behind the scenes tour. She showed us pretty much everthing and I even got into the front seat of this huge truck. It was sweeeet. (Stay tuned for photos on the old blog here!)

Tomorrow is some celebration in another town, and then it looks like on Sunday back to Cottbus.