Zungenbrecher (auf Deutsch, Englisch, Italienisch)

The topic of tongue twisters (Zungenbrecher, auf Deutsch) came up in conversation, so here are a list of some things that make language ridiculous:

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.  Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?  Peter Piper put the peck of pickled peppers in the pantry.

She sells sea shells by the sea shore.

Toy boat toy boat toy boat. (Say that one quickly.)

Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.

John, where Jake had had 'had', had had 'had had'; 'had had' had had the teacher's approval.

Longest word: Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis (45 letters)

Trentatre trentini entrarono in trento, tutti e trentatre trotterellando.

Longest word: precipitevolissimevolmente (26 letters)

Fischer

Fritz fischt frische Fische. Frische Fische fischt Fischer Fritz.

Longest word: Rindfleischetikettierungsüberwachungsaufgabenübertragungsgesetzeshüter (71 letters)

Possibly more to come.

Reflections

The pre-semester language course is over, and classes started Monday.  So how are things looking for this year abroad?

Just a little self congratulations.

First off, the last three weeks.  After three weeks in Germany and the two-week intensive course (5 1/2 hours Monday through Friday and 4 hours on Saturday!), my German is definitely improving.  Am I still missing a bunch of what people say?  Unfortunately, yes.  However, I'd be selling myself short if I said I haven't made any progress.  (At least I would like to think so.)  I got a 2.0 (roughly a B+ in the American system) in the intensive course, which is a good place to start.

The international students hikes up to
Willibaldsburg (castle in Eichstätt).

So far, I'm loving everything about Eichstätt, Germany, and Europe in general.  It's been awesome meeting and getting to know so many people from so many different backgrounds.  My Facebook newsfeed is now flooded with a bunch of other languages which, while meaningless to me, I find pretty cool.  Not that I was necessarily expecting it, I haven't gotten any anti-American sentiment directed towards me.  I did get one lecture on the flaws of America as a whole, but the guy was perfectly fine with me personally.  Also, the 75% female student population continues to be nice.

Our running dinner team and dessert guests.  From left to
right, someone (Germany), Meliha (Bosnia), myself (USA),
Mario (Bosnia), Marta (Poland), Nurshod (Uzbekistan),
Chiara (black top, Italy), Joanna (red top, Poland), and
Javier (Spain).

So much fun was the running dinner put on by AK International (the university group helping international students acclimate).  Divided into to teams, we were instructed to make either a appetizer, a main course, or a dessert.  My group decided that reading and following instructions is for yellow-bellies, and we made a main course instead of our instructed dessert.  We then brought our main course to the first meeting place.  After discovering that not only were we not supposed to do bring our food to the studihaus, but that we were supposed to make a dessert, we carried our pot of spätzle with cheese and tomatoes around Eichstätt for the next three hours.  Meanwhile, we tried to come up with a dessert we could make with our negligible amount of time left available to us.  Ultimately, we had chopped apples covered in cinnamon sugar with tea.  I think it went over pretty well.

On the topic of food, I think I've been pretty good about eating anything put in front of me.  I probably ate more raw tomatoes, something I never ate at home, over the course of the running dinner than I have eaten in my entire life (tomato sauce aside).  Everything here (and from all around Europe), has been really great.

For the next semester, I'll be doing a lot of German language classes with the hope that my German will improve to the level at which I'll be able to take history classes in Germany.  My German language classes are as follows: Deutsch B1, Textarbeit, and Konversation und Hörverstehen.  In addition, I'm taking Deutsche Landeskunde nach '45, which is history class designed for low-level German speakers.  Finally, I'll be taking two classes taught in English: Media Sociology and US Foreign Policy.  All should be pretty interesting.

I don't know if it's just because I'm not tuned into the party aspect of college at Wyoming, but the amount of partying that goes on here is ridiculous.  There are parties all the time.  Last night was the 'official' year beginning party at Guttman's (a bar), that went until 4:00 AM this morning.  On Thursday, there is another 'official' year beginning party at Dasda (a club).  I'm just glad I didn't have class today.  Not because I'm hung over, mind you, but because not going to sleep until 6:00 AM doesn't really allow you to wake up at a reasonable time.

That's all for now.  I'm off to Switzerland this weekend to hang out with my oma, which will be awesome.  Tschüss.

Oktoberfest

From Wikipedia:  "Oktoberfest is a 16-18 day festival held annually in Munich, Bavaria, Germany, running from late September to the first weekend in October.  it is one of the most famous events in Germany and is the world's largest fair, with more than 5 million people attending every year.  The Oktoberfest is an important part of Bavarian culture, having been held [almost without exception] since 1810."

UW German Club in Germany!

Before heading down to Oktoberfest, we stopped off to visit our Karen (our German teacher), Josh, and their baby.  Credit for tricking us in coming over here belongs to Karen, so we figured we pay her a visit on our way to Munich.

After meeting up with the Tabogas, we headed over to a Biergarten for a smaller Oktoberfest celebration.  It was awesome.  Lots of people celebrating, but not to crowed; great food like giant pretzels and some absolutely delicious chicken; and even the beer was pretty good (at least as far as beer is concerned)  We watched some exciting soccer on some big screens.  It was great.

Our food from the Biergarten.  It was awesome.

After spending the night at Josh and Karen's, we headed out to the actual Oktoberfest celebration.  Even before we reached the actual fairgrounds, the streets (and trains) were packed with people.  It was almost difficult to move around the fairgrounds.

After we explored the fairgrounds and went on a couple of rides (including a great roller coaster), we attempted to get into a beer tent.  After waiting 30 minutes at one and realizing we weren't getting in, we went to another.  This one actually seemed to be letting people in, and, after another 20, 30 minutes, we were in.  Not that it mattered, though, since the inside of the beer tent was more packed than the fairgrounds were.

Inside the beer tent.

We finally found some awesome Australians (or Irish people, as Erika thought they were) to sit with.  They were in Europe for a several-week vacation.  It sounded pretty awesome.

The beer at Oktoberfest was pretty good (at least as far as beer goes).  The same goes for the beer I had at the Biergarten the previous day.  Unfortunately, the beer was really expensive: 10€ for one Maß.  Sure, it's a whole liter, but still, that's a lot.

Our Aussie friends.

To send you off, here's the video James Willey of Australia made of his Oktoberfest experience.  More pictures can be seen on Google+.  Tschüss!

All pictures were shameless stolen from Erika Yagi.  The video was as shamelessly stolen from James Willey.

Thanks, guys, for your kind albeit unknown contributions.

Though, really, I took virtually every one of Erika's pictures, so I totally get to take them.

Meine WG

I live in what's called a Wohngemeinschaft, or WG for short.  It's an apartment with multiple rooms and a shared kitchen and bath(s) that is rented by multiple people.  Here's a quick tour of my WG:

Here are some brighter pictures of the WG's upstairs/attic area:

On an unrelated note, there's something comforting about watching native German speakers argue about whether a word should be accompanied by der, die, or das.  I don't feel nearly as bad about not know them myself.