(brace yourself, this is long.)
on thursday, we made 2 visits to the
baustelle (construction site). in the morning, i went with tom. the guy that is the on-site boss is wonderful. he let tom drive the crane, look in the office, carry around some of the building plans, and gave him a little candy. i talked with him a bit and realized he thought i was tom's mother. that would be the first time on thursday that someone said that to me. tom and i came home and made some oatmeal cookies to take him in the afternoon. we heard that a second big digger was coming in the afternoon. tom, max and i went again after nap time to the construction site. we took our cookies, apples, and sand-box size diggers so that we could help out. this time, and old lady smiled at us, and i said hallo. her response: oh, what nice children, and what a young mother. we ate some cookies with our friend and then he was driving over one of the diggers for max and tom to climb in when his boss showed up. so, no go. however, we found a little pile of dirt outside the site and sat around and dug with our sandbox sized diggers. the construction guys walked by us, and tom proudly informed them that he was making a construction site too. we got a lot of smiles from people who drove by this big construction site and saw two little boys sitting outside with their toy diggers. then it started thunder and sprinkling. tom wasn't really ready to go. max, with hands on hips, helped me inform him,
"tom, das ist thunder. das ist thunder tom. schnell, in die Hoehle." Tom, this is thunder. This is thunder Tom. Quick, in the cave. hahaha. there is no cave, but where the trees are so thick, it stays rather dark. then we met sabine who saw the rain and came to pick us up. max told her a few times, "mommy, you saved us."

(we couldn't climb in, but luckily max settled for his photo with the digger.)
on friday, i was off to another
regatta. this was in
le perreux, france, which is right outside of paris. a regatta in paris...doesn't sound so bad huh? saying...i can't, i have to go to paris for a regatta sounds slightly cooler than saying, i can't, i have a regatta in tennessee this weekend. it was with our partner club, and they were here a few weeks ago for the heidelberg regatta. i left in the early afternoon with 3 other girls i know, one girl younger than me, and two 14 year old boys. i haven't been around 14 year old boys in a while. they kept me entertained with their antics for a while. we arrived in perreux around 8pm or so and were all kind of hanging around by the boat trailer and finding out which host family we would be staying with for the weekend. well, there was a miscommunication, and it was thought that i was only staying on saturday night. so, friday night, i stayed with the president of the club, antoine. he is super nice, and he speaks german. i think he also speaks english, but i don't know. i was a little nervous because i was by myself, but his family was wonderful. not to mention, the minute i walked through the door, i saw jonas, a friend from heidelberg who dates antoine's daughter, camille. camille and jonas both speak perfect english. jonas is learning french, camille is learning german. it blows my mind. then another lady and her daughter arrived to stay with us as well. the mother only speaks german because she grew up in the eastern part of germany and had russian as a foreign language. it seemed the daughter spoke decent french and english. all these people are confusing to read about, but anyway, it was an interesting dinner. we had one who only spoke german, one who only spoke french and english, and me who only speaks english and a bit of german. the other 5 could handle a little bit of all three languages. needless to say, there was a lot of translating going on over dinner. dinner was ridiculous: started with asparagus soup, then we had chicken and rice, then we had cheese and wine. all courses accompanied by baguette. finished off with ice cream, pineapple, and cherries. i have no idea how the french are so thin. the lady that only speaks german, simone, is so nice, and i have often seen her on her bicycle because we live fairly close to each other. she was apparently the stroke seat (um, first rower in the boat) for the national team, back in the days of east germany.
saturday, we went into
paris for the day. never in my wildest dreams did i imagine i would be there again. especially walking about the city with german friends...and speaking german. we hit the typical tourist stops of the eiffel tower and whatnot. saturday in the evening, we grilled for the two teams. i thought i was going to be moving host families, but then i never heard anything about it. i spoke with my family from friday, and they said they would love to keep me. that was good news. well, around 11.15 that night, antoine and a guy come up to me. my new host family.
victor. he is 16. he is a very nice kid, but he speaks less english than i speak german. his mother speaks no english. i think his brother may have spoken some, but i only saw him for about 7 minutes, and he was asleep for 5 of them. it took about 10 minutes by car to arrive to victor's house. a lot of the families had 3 or 4 people and most of my friends were staying together. i was somehow alone. when we arrived to victor's house, i understood only one word between he and his mother. amerikaner. (or whatever the french word for american is.) her reaction was kind of an ooof noise and she looked at me. there may have also been some laughter in there. not a wow this is fun laugh, but an of course this would happen to us laugh. i survived, but the only good word to describe it would be awkward. multiple times this weekend, people also asked, who is alexander, or is your name alexander? it is not a common last name, but rather a common first name. i think everyone assumed i was a guy. hmm. that could be the reason i was signed up to stay with a guest family with a son.
sunday morning, i could not have been anymore glad to see the rowing club again. it was such a relief. anyone that spoke german felt like my best friend in the world. the races were 2 x 400m. i like this distance. it is over before you really have time to realize how it hurts. we raced first in an eight. it was good fun to be in an eight again. and
we won! (okay, so maybe competition wasn't so so stiff, but it feels nice to win.) later, i was in a quad (four people with 2 oars each). i was terrified as usual about rowing in a race with 2 oars. i rowed with the juniors. two fifteen year old girls and one eighteen year old girl. they were all really nice, and we got 2nd! i have no idea how. another of our boats took 1st, and i think something happened to our other boat, because they should have surely been stronger than us. when we finished, one of the men from heidelberg asked why we were racing in the age group with the older girls and not the juniors. um, i'm old. he says i look young. haha, apparently i'm now 15 instead of almost 23. i at least used to get 18 or 19. this happened two days after i was called a mom, twice.
all in all, it was a great weekend. the more i am around people from the rowing club, the more i like them. it also makes me want to learn more german. however, the most motivated i usually get is taking my book off of my bookshelf. that, and i ask a lot of questions. the girls said i can come along and watch the German University Championships, but i didn't realize that i planned my stockholm trip for the same time. if i could change the dates, i would. however, i'm meeting a friend there, so that will be a fabulous time as well. i'll try to get some photos in the near-ish future for you.
sorry, i accidentally video-ed this the wrong way. you have to turn your computer, or your head. max had on new shoes, and we wanted to see how fast they were. what max is telling me (du musst das umdrehen) is that i have to turn my camera screen around. he wants to be able to watch himself on the screen while i am taking the video.