Confessions of A Working Girl

My friend Beth was waiting for me at the airport, as was her father. I hadn’t seen her in almost four years, since when she had been an exchange student at the high school was my junior year. And since this is my junior year of college, it’s been almost four years. Beth’s English had gotten better since the last time I’d seen her, and her father spoke some English as well. Which was good, since I don’t currently speak any German. Although, when you really listen, it’s easy to pick up the gist of what they’re saying, if not exact words.On the way to her house from the airport, Beth asked me if I was tired. I was, since I had gotten up so early for the flight, but at that point, I was past tired. “Too tired to sleep” I told her so, and she was like “Awesome! Then let’s go to Christmas market!”Germany, it seems, has a lot of Christmas Markets. Around Christmas, almost every town seems to have one. The Christmas Market in Hamburg was nice. We had to drive to the train station, then take a train to get there, though it was more like a metro. I got to taste hot spiced wine. That was good. It has some other name, but I forgot what. Anyway, after two cups of spiced wine (slightly different types) I was a little tipsy. Lack of sleep probably didn’t help. So we decided to go get food. I got potato wedges with cheese. And Beth got pizza dough with an awesome tasting sauce. I couldn’t finish the potatoes though. We wandered around a little more, then went to meet her sister, Anne, who would take the train back with us, then drive.The next day, Beth’s grandmother came over for lunch. And after lunch, Beth, Anne and I drove from Hamburg to Stralsund, a two and a half hour drive. Beth goes to school in Stralsund, and she had three more days left of classes. One of the days Anne and I went to some kind of aquarium that had a lot of fish and bones of whales and information…