Hanna N.

This foreign architecture now feels like home to me. These “half-timbered” houses feel so characteristic to the region I live in. Still, there are a lot of things that I’ve noticed while traveling around.

Der, die, oder das. Those are the three haunting indefinite articles that threaten to send shivers down my spine at night as I jerk awake.

As Andy Williams croons, Christmas is the “most wonderful time of the year,” and the Germans truly work to make the season a yearly miracle.

Why are there bikes everywhere?

If there is any piece of advice I would give to future CBYX’ers, I would tell them to sort out high school graduation credits with guidance counselors prior to the exchange year.

My bedroom in the United States lacked personal touches. I liked my room plain: Having fewer items meant that I had less to dust and clean.

When I moved to Germany, I thought I escaped the clutches of ball sports with rackets, but I never saw myself willingly replacing one court sport with another.

Gazing outside my sunlit window, I peer down at the perimeter of my backyard, where the lush green Austrian pines nestle closely with the vivid purple hues of hydrangeas.

This blog records my memorable experience at language camp the first three weeks.

This blog gives a brief expectation of what will happen at the initial Congress Bundestag Youth Exchange (CBYX) orientation.