Since my family had so much fun doing the audio tour of the Bebenhausen monastery when they were here, I decided that that would be a great thing to show them, too. I myself did not go on the tour again, but chose instead to catch up on some reading in a sleepy cafe near the monastery while they explored the cloister. They both agreed that it was indeed a cool experience and a good way to spend a not-so-nice day weatherwise in Tübingen.
Will and me at Bebenhausen:
At a fork in the road, we had to figure out which way to go . . . Luckily Lauren and I were able to decipher the confusing sign using our mad German skills.
So. Um. One last thing to mention. Remember that time after I came back from Barcelona when I told you that I would be in Tübingen for a while before I would do any more traveling? Well, I'm going to London, but you already know that. And I've already been there, plus it's just for a few days, so that hardly counts, right? Shhh. Just go with it.
Last night I may have made an impulsive (but awesome) decision to join my friend Lauren on a trip to Sardinia. On Saturday. For weeks she'd been lamenting the fact that she would have to go alone (a sentiment I can fully understand) but I hadn't even considered it. I have classes! Work!! No money!!! Responsibilities!!!!
Then I realized that this weekend is Easter break, and that I would only have to miss one class for the whole week. Which led to my next thought, which was, at this stage in my project, everything is on my computer. Which led to my next thought, which was, money-shmoney. I'm going to Sardinia! When else am I going to have this kind of opportunity? Sometimes you just have to be impulsive, take a risk, and dive head first into an adventure. That's what I'm all about, right?
I'll still be translating letters, of course, but next week it will be from a different location. And while I'm at it, I may even have some time to explore a cave or two, check out the beach, and eat some seafood. I feel like I've said this before, but I'll say it again: Life's rough, isn't it?