Latin Graffiti
It’s been too hot all week, and then Sunday comes with rain. Makes you want to vote on new week names instead of world wonders, just to break things up.
I’ve been with Ana constantly since Wednesday. She brought over these aggressively cute childhood photos and we’ve been grinding through this game we’re obsessed with. There’s something about company with no stakes that just works.
Friday I went shopping in Augsburg with the female half of my family. The drive was like a henhouse—everyone talking over each other—but genuinely funny chaos. Walking back from the shopping center downtown, I spotted Latin graffiti. Someone being clever. I picked up pants and a jacket, then later hit this USSR-themed fast food place, Baguettski. Wanted the Super-Olga
but ended up with this massive tuna sandwich and a drink for three ninety-nine. Student ID finally came in handy.
Becca stopped by yesterday. In the evening I made good on a promise to Irina and we walked through Turkheim, grabbed pizza at a place called Bains. Good pizza—thick, generously loaded. The rest of the night I was half-awake while Ana somehow sleepwalked through my apartment like a confused zombie, and there was this absolute freak show on TV I couldn’t look away from.
Today’s a rain day. Chemistry homework and Dickels’ Christmas story for class. Humbug doesn’t even cover it.