It's amazing just how incompetent one can be when traveling. For instance, forgetting fairly basic things... like a laptop charger for instance. So yeah, no skype for a bit :( Luckily, I have an amazingly generous host family that allows me to use their juiced-up Mac. Another basic apparently easily forgotten is a German-English dictionary for when one travels to Germany.
Yet, one of the most embarrassing things to forget is how to unlock the front door to your house. Even more embarrassing is when after 15 minutes and one DOES figure out how to unlock said door, one somehow manages to become locked outside again in search of cell phone signal. The latter incident naturally requires that one is equipped with nothing other than a primitive cell phone and left at the mercy of the peaceful Munich suburbs. Granted, German doors are one of the most complicated things I have ever encountered. There are three (count 'em 3THREE3) deadbolts which require premium wrist finesse for their undoing. So after my early afternoon ordeal, I earned the name das Mädchen mit der Tür (translation: the girl with the door) from my professor's host sister. Truth be told, though, I kind of like it.
So aside from these complications, alles gute (everything is good). We had our general class orientation this morning, and get this, I am earning college credit in a Kindergarten/elementary school in Germany. Could that be any more fun? Actually, yes, because we participated in a real life German fire drill! It's way cool because it was a false alarm, not a real one, and the school and all its contents/children are fine. Honestly, though, it's really not any different from the ones I've experienced. Maybe a little louder and a slower fire department response time. Aside from this drill, the other notable establishment of the morning is the cell phones (das Handy in German), which aside from the front doors are the other most complicated thing I have encountered. It's not because it's new technology, no. They are complicated because they are SO OLD! There are absolutely no words on the analogue screen, just icons, and get this: you can only fit six letters on the screen at a time. Hence, in order to read a text message, you have to keep scrolling to the right with one word showing at a time. No one had any idea how to use them at first, but I'm giving everyone props for trying. I get double props since I tried so hard with opening that door too.
This morning, was absolutely adorable, though. I walked upstairs to see Marla working on a Ravensburger puzzle, and as soon as she saw me she jumped up and guided me to a breakfast feast in the kitchen. Three types of meat, the most delicious fresh swiss cheese I've ever had, and about seven different condiments for the slices of bread on the counter. Marla was super helpful with telling me how to organize things when I was done, but the highlight was definitely the automatic espresso machine, a glistening, gorgeous behemoth in the modern white kitchen. It peacefully gurgled and buzzed, sucked up a glass of milk and produced a delicious and perfectly velvety cappuccino. Ausgezeichnit.
In the afternoon, we went to tour downtown Munich, and I quickly found myself thoroughly enamored with its Bavarian charm. The streets are calm yet slightly populated. The people are incredibly non-threatening. It feels like a healthy, well-sized city. The highlight, however, was hands down the English Garden, which occupies a large part of the Eastern side. It's part nature preserve, part open grass, part swimming hole. Basically, it is the perfect escape. It was amazing how relaxed people were in there. I felt like I was at Sugarcreek Nature Preserve in Ohio, not the middle of a major European city... actually, false. The naked sunbathers reminded me quite clearly that I was in Europe, not the Midwest. The Eisbach (Ice river) flows through, and although swimming is forbidden, hundreds of people throughout the park jump in like they're frequenting the King's Island Lazy River.
There's quite a big surprise to the river, though:

Yes, as a matter of fact, you can surf in the middle of a land-locked European city.
Legen.Dary.