No, not the end of this road, dummy! Only two more weeks, and then our time of separation is over.
During this time, I have learnt to make my own breakfast...
... and Tiroler Gröstl...
I was in charge of the yard...
and in charge of photography...
(yes, that is my finger that you see on the top right.)
So far, this semester has been busy so I was never bored, but this weekend was kind of quiet work-wise, so I went for a bike ride.
It turns out, it is only 25 minutes to here:
Although you do have to pass this:
... and this
All these crosses have always freaked me out (and to be honest, the three crosses have always reminded me of the KKK).
Today's bike ride was informative as well as quite gorgeous, and I found out that the land-and-farm-with-too-many-crosses are in fact part of the National Memorial to the Progress of the Colored Race in America founded by Lightfoot Solomon Michaux.
That just goes to show that I still don't understand s**t about this part of the world.
