"Yours is the first face that I saw. Think I was blind before I met you. Don't know where I am, don't know where I've been but I know where I want to go."

Brace yourself, Deutschland..

When I arrived in Frankfurt I was about 500 different kinds of confused. I thought I lost my iPod for about ten minutes and anyone who's been through this almost life shattering experience knows the feeling. I was shaken up about my iPod, couldn't find the train station, wanted a shower, told my mom I'd call her and couldn't find a p phone and I was so very MORE confused after the beautiful airport worker told me my bags were probably with the Superbowl still in Dallas. I almost felt ill. I eventually found the train, and baggless, I slept.

I live about 5 miles away from Bonn, in the Dorf of Königswinter.

                     

A little, highly energetic and smiling Korean man, Jimmy met me at the train station and we drove to the school where I first met Anka. As I was introduced to her that first day, my only thought was 'WOW I've never met anyone who looks more like a 1st grade teacher.' Her short hair curled in with bangs that lazily swept across her forehead. She sported a tailored little suit with a pink collar sticking through and a pink scarf tied in a bow right under her chin. And of course, on the edge of her nose perched glasses. I still get a kick out of seeing her everyday because she is just SO CUTE. Even more now that I know her. Now I know that sparkle in her eye is pure love and that the pink or blue scarf is always there because she's always cold! She met me with a long motherly hug and a huge smile. With that I already felt comfortable in her presence, which was a treat, since I had been searching for comfort ever since I left my home in Montana two weeks ago. 

little one*

In my jet lagged and confused state of mind, I met Sara and the rest of the school. I was assigned to watch over the 'trouble makers' and I sat next to this little one who refused to do her work. She had huge dark brown hair, but much bigger dark brown eyes. Something that slightly resembed pen was next to her nose, playing over rosey rosey cheeks. Her eyes caught my attention first and I just had to smile. Of course she pretended to write while Frau Cuhls was looking, but apart from that she glanced curiously up at me. I pointed at her paper in an attempt to tell her to work but she merely gained a silly half grin and continued to smile, straight up at me. At the end of the day without a word being said between us she took me by the hand, led me up to the English corner of the board and pointed at 'I'm very glad to meet you, have a nice day' and smiled expectantly up at me once more. As confused and still half asleep that I was, she pulled me out of it. I hugged her a goodbye and went to my new home with a smile quitely situated in the back of my head.

us.

Anke told me that the little one I had been watching over 'is a little German girl and she knows it. She laughs when she wants, works when she wants and basically does what she wants.' Only last week she ran out of the school building screaming 'ICH HASSE SCHULE!!!!' at the top of her lungs until the ex-pro soccer playing P.E. teacher caught up with her. For those who know me you'll understand why I fell in love with the 7 year old who runs out of school because she hates it. :)

*Title from The First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes  (the band. haha)