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I hate my village cagliari
I hate my village cagliari









This blog was intended to document a whole lot more from my trip here, in Ireland. On Saturday I'm leaving Germany for Sardinia, an island off of Italy! I know it wont be hot, but at least it wont be freezing! Emma and I will go early Saturday to Frankfurt to fly with Ryan Air. The weather has been mostly snowy and cold, yuck! It's pretty awesome :) We've visited nearby places like Triberg, and also Strasbourg in France! Our neighbor and friend Dieter was kind enough to take us by car over the border to France. I've been able to go shopping here, taking the car out. Mostly the day consists of feeding the horses, eating breakfast, exercising the horses, cleaning the stable, lunch, random projects, feeding the horses, eating dinner, read/knit/internet. I've been almost 3 weeks here in Simonswald working on a horse farm. This time I'll try harder (yeah right.), no really, I will. Hello from the heart of the Black Forest, in southern Germany- this time I promised to blog about my travel experiences, but it's been so hard to find the time, get the motivation to actually write down what I've been doing. Tomorrow Silke wants to find us some schwarzwälder kirschtorte! If we're lucky, we'll get some before I leave. Hooray, off to somewhere warmer! We booked our first two nights in a hostel in Cagliari, and hopefully we'll find couchsurfing for the rest of the time there, because it's EXPENSIVE. I've put all my heavy stuff in my carry-on, in hopes that that will be good enough. I have to also make sure that my backpack is under 15 kilos, and I'm not so sure that it is. Tomorrow I leave for Freiburg, and haven't really packed anything yet. The prices aren't terrible, and it might be an interesting experience. I think I really want to take the ferry/train between Dublin and London. It goes like this: Freiburg-Frankurt by train, then fly to Sardinia, then Rome, then Frankfurt (again), then Nice in France, then to Dublin. Huh.Īll of my plane tickets between here and Dublin are booked. So not only does it smell like Ireland, it sounds like it's time for class at Oideas Gael. My Irish cell phone is my alarm in the morning, and the sound I wake up to is the same ring-tone I had in Ireland. The smell in the air reminds me of Ireland, and it took me a few days to realize why. I think it's been about 2-3 weeks since it's actually rained, and it the air feels so static to me. I didn't realize that I love the rain so much.











I hate my village cagliari