Welcome back to Freiburg.

So more tour, and a few observations about Germans in the classroom and differences from the U.S.

Along a side street of the main drag- Kaiser Joseph Strasse, one finds this store. "Welt der Handarbeit" or World of Handywork/Crafts.

This is for my Aunt Cheryl who's an avid knitter. You can also see all the yarn sitting out front...just inviting you in...or at least Cheryl in.

Headed East, one can climb 1/2 up a huge hill to find a biergarten, or continue up to the top. I decided to go all the way up (1/2 Kilometer). Here's Freiburg--the view from the top

The tall Turm (tower) in the middle is the Muenster--our gothic cathedral and highest man-made point of the city.

I made it to the top! Behind me is, well, the sun, and the flag of Freiburg im Breisgau--my city.

Back on the ground you'll find Muensterplatz.

This market is open every morning, filled with local merchants. The market square is lined with cafes, all setting out chairs and tables for guests to dine outdoors.

Now crane your head and you'll see my apartment in Vauban. Of the kitchen/living room, the entire front is one large glass wall, which keeps with the theme that germans hate being indoors. you'll see the balcony and later maybe photos of the interior or the rest of Vauban.

-Germans use grid paper for normal note taking. It's practically hard to find just lined paper.

-German hole punchers are 2 holes that are centered together. Nothing is held tightly and good luck trying to line up the holes so each page you punch will, in the end, line up in your binder. Ha!

-Every lecture ends with knocking on the desks--it's German applause for the professor.

-They cover a LOT of material in some classes. Most of the time because students aren't tested on it until the next year or so (unless, like me, they need a grade for the specific class)

Well, I'm off to France tomorrow to visit Strasbourg and then Stuttgart on Saturday.

Tonight is *An American friend's 21st birthday, *My sister's birthday and *the big CIA event back at Carlson (cross my fingers the internet works).

Later Days,

Rick