Photos Thus Far

Just where exactly is Ausfahrt? It seems to be all over the place, but once you get there, it's gone. The answer to the geographic riddle is that it means 'Exit', for all of you non-Germans.










Here we have the facade of Il Duomo. Again,
for those of you without any Italian background, Il Duomo mean 'The Dome' (Those Italians really know how to name things don't they. Personally, I didn't see anything even remotely resembling a dome... but that's just me.)








A lovely twelve hours with my dear cousin Katherine. We finished our whirlwind tour at a lovely little pizza joint that you can't see any of because I'm not a genius with a camera.










A nice little tidbit for you all: Deportation papers!
These were my second servings, and I (understandibly, to my way of thinking) ripped them to shreds and then burned them.










And another cousin filled picture. Andrew and I outside Nansdietchweiler (Germany) after driving all day.







Whew.

ROMANIA!

As many of you likely know, I spent a year in Romania thanks to the Rotary Club. I have now returned, akin in image, as the Prodigal Son, it would seem. I was greeted by my second host father with (pretty much) anything a guy my age could ask for after travelling by train for 36 hours from Milan.

(Though I managed to visit with my cousin Katharine in Milan for 12 hours, all of the hostels were completely booked, much to my dismay.)

So, my 'father' greeted me with open arms, a hot meal, a hot shower and a bed if I wanted one.
Which I didn't, as I had so much catching up to do with my second homeland.

Well... it has changed. The internet joint place I used to frequent has disappeared, as have most of my friends (understandable, though, as most of them are going to college somewhere else).
I have, however, discovered Stefi (pron. Sht-eh-fee) still living here, and that has made my return very joyous.

I'll send some photographic verification shortly.


Houston, the Eagle has landed.