Wow, I am so behind on this thing. I feel like I should have so much to say, but it's hard to figure out how to say it all. I'll work on something good for next time. I'll leave you with a couple of funny stories.

1. The other day I was dragging my bike (Stuart II) through the front door of the hostel when this man walks up to me. He hands me a shopping bag full of clothes and says "These are about your size. They were my girlfriends. Keep them." At first I tried to give them back, but he said he was going to throw them away otherwise so I took them. The bag was full of some really nice clothes. I got some nice, new sweaters out of the deal.

2. I have a new nickname. It is "50 Cent." I was given this name by a young Iraqi man, who barely speaks English, but somehow knows the names of all the American musicians as well as most of the Footballers (Soccer players) in Europe. I'm still trying to figure out why exactly I reminded him of "50 Cent". I think maybe it has something to do with our striking resemblence to one another.

3. When the weather gets warmer, I am being thrown into the fish pond at the hostel. This order came from one of my managers. Since I've arrived here the threat of being thrown in has been looming, but has been forbidden until it gets warm again. I'm quite glad for that since it's about 35 F here. I'm just wondering who will get to me first, my German housemates or my manager, my bet is on my manager.

That's all for now. I'm off to London Wednesday to visit friends. I'm sure I will have some great stories upon return.