Путаница

Confused? What the hell is the title supposed to be? Why is the title of this post in Russian?

You're reading the blog of a native Spanish speaker who writes his blog in English about his experiences as an exchange student in Germany, yet the title is neither Spanish nor German nor English. If you're not feeling confused or intrigued then man, you're not easily confused.

Путаница means confusion in Russian. In this post I want to talk about some of the different types of confusion I, as an exchange student, have experienced so far.

Confusion when it comes to communicate.
I think it's pretty easy to assume that as an exchange student you will be so confused when trying to communicate with people. The first couple of months, I got by pretending to know what people were saying and saying the occasional "Ja!" or "Genau!". Well, that doesn't always work. Sometimes I got a question where I needed to elaborate, and I simply said "Ja! Genau." Needless to say, I got blank faces staring at me waiting for me to continue. The first couple of days I was here, I took the train to Essen from Dortmund. I thought that my ticket was valid, and I was allowed to take this train. However, I was unknowingly being a "Schwarzfahrer" which basically means that you're riding the train without a valid ticket--Yes, Germans have a word for everything. The guy from the Deutsche Bahn comes up to me, asks me for my ticket, and then starts screaming at me in German. I had no idea what he was saying so I just told him in German that I was an exchange student and asked him to slow down. He immediately told me very slowly and enunciating every syllable that I needed to learn German and that I needed to get off the train at the next station. I think he was having one of his best days! If I had more time to get pass the screaming and the mean facial expression, I think I would have seen that he may be a really sweet guy! To this day, I have no clue what he said. Anyhow, this is the most evident form of confusion any exchange student may experience. It's makes for awesome stories later on.

Confusion when it comes what you want.

 Laugenecke (My favorite bread so far)

Some days I wake up and I'm in love with the German language and German culture. I can't get enough of German stuff. I could listen to schlager music all day. Other days (although not that often), my brain does not what to process anything German related. Okay, so maybe I'm always up for Brötchen or German chocolate or Laugenbrötchen or Currywurst or Döner or German Beer no matter the day or time. But some days I just want to speak English or Spanish all day and the smallest things trigger a deluge of memories from back home. BAM! It hits you and your homesick.

Just being typical Americans

I think being an exchange student/living abroad is one of the few times where experiencing all emotions in less than an hour is not abnormal and it's not a sign that you suffer from bipolar disorder or some other psychological problem. What helps me get through this emotional meltdowns is to meet up with other 'Muricans and do typical 'Muricans stuff like eat Mac & Cheese or be loud in a train and get the German stare from everyone. If you're not familiar with the "German Stare", brace yourself. It is the most intense stare you can get from a stranger! You'll know if you get this stare! You'll feel them examining your soul through your eyes. No matter how awkward you try to make them feel, they will not break eye contact. They will look you straight in the eyes and make you feel like they are invading your mind and reading your thoughts. It's actually awesome. I think I'll try to master it before I leave.

This group has made this year so much easier! Gotta love them!

Confusion when it comes to thinking about going home.
Lately, I've been thinking about how little time I have left. Before, I thought going back home was going to be the easiest thing out of this whole exchange year. I actually now think that coming here was the easiest thing this year. While I hang out with my American friends here in Germany, I can't help but to miss some of my German friends and constantly think about how this person would have found that funny and this other person wouldn't have understood that. I think of home, and again I get on the emotional roller coaster. I can't wait to see my family, my friends, and MY DOG!!! But I'm not ready to leave this place, and leave my new found family, friends, neighbor's dog! I'm not ready to leave my new home.

A bunch of Americans and a couple of Germans at a bar! Definitely a fun night!

My neighbors' dog and I

This is actually a picture of what I described on my last post. Here we are pretending to row as we listen to this unique song. I'm the guy with his hands WAY UP high at the beginning of the furthest row. As you can see, I was really into this song!

When I think of going home, it is like seeing a wall filled with the word "Путаница". I just get confused.

Here is to Awesomeness!

If you read my last post, you'll realize being an exchange student is hard. After reading this post, however, you'll realize that being an exchange student is simply awesome.

As exchange students we get a clean slate. From the beginning, we are forced to create a new life in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people. We get to be whoever we want whenever we want. We are pretty much allowed to do anything, and when we mess up, we get to pull the "I'm-an-exchange-student" card. We get to live a different and foreign culture so well that it stops being foreign and different; it becomes our culture. We gain a brand new family and a great group of friends. We dream in the foreign language. We fall in love with the food. We make a different country our own. We make a new life out of what used to be unfamiliar.

But here is why being an exchange student truly rocks:

Food
An exchange student gets to try so much new food in a year that by the time the year is over you pretty much don't remember if you have tried a dish before. For me this is more than great! You don't really have to be my best friend to know that I have a deep, delicious, and beautiful relationship with food. I love to eat and try new things. It's like milk and cookies; they go perfectly together. It if it wasn't for this year abroad, I wouldn't have discovered my love for Döner. I eat it at least once a week. It's SO GOOD! I actually think I might have withdrawal symptoms once I go back.

Heaven on a plate!

Germany is not known for having the best cuisine, but the food is actually delicious. I've had things (many of which I can't even pronounce) that I just wanna stuff my face with until I explode. True story! There is a thing called Exchange 20. It's similar to freshman 15 where you gain 15 pounds the first year of college. As an exchange student, however, you are more likely to gain 20 pounds rather than just 15.

I sometimes think there are more bakeries here in Germany than there are people. In every corner there is a bakery filled with deliciousness. I eat at least one or two "snacks" from a bakery a day. This, my friend, is pure awesomeness.

Culture and Beer

Cutting up a log at a party!

In general, wherever you go as an exchange student you get to actually live the culture, and if you are lucky, you get to drink beer. German culture is a very happy and interesting culture. I wouldn't say it's completely different from american culture, but it is definitely fun! They have interesting things they do at parties. For example, at the New Year's party in my small town, they were practically chopping up a log. Also, they have songs that tell you what to do similar to songs in America. In one song, you have take off your shoe (preferably a boot) and wave it up and down. I didn't have to take my shoe because one random and kind guy gave me one of his boots. Another example of why being an exchange student rocks. One of the songs got almost everyone to sit in three rows and pretend we were rowing in a crew team with the occasional leaning to the sides and raising your hands in the air and screaming. I believe beer played a role in this awesome and funny madness. But who can blame them, it's amazing German beer.

Germany. If you are looking for a synonym for beer, you can use Germany. Germans love their beer, and I must say they have all the reasons to do so. German beer is, well, awesome.

Amber and I at Oktoberfest

Being an Exchange Student
Once an exchange student, always an exchange student! For some unknown reason, exchange students just love other exchange students. You get to be part of this group of people from all over the world who are going through and experiencing similar things. You get to be part of Facebook groups and Couch Surfing groups with people from all over the world. If two people are stranded in a strange city without a place to sleep, and one of them is an exchange student, I would bet my money on the exchange student finding a place before the other person. You automatically become so much more interesting and simply awesome when you are or have been an exchange student.

Four awesome exchange students in Dresden

There are some many reasons of why an exchange year is such a great and awesome thing to do. The positive things greatly outnumber the negative things. It actually makes the negative aspects seem trivial. However, one of the things I find to be the best thing of being an exchange student is the ability to find a group of people (host families, friends, other exchange students) and making them family.

Although I still have a couple of months left, the thought of leaving is terrifying! I can't wait to be home and see my old friends, but at the same time I'm not eager to leave behind this new life. Here is to Awesomeness for making this actually possible!

The Struggles of an Exchange Student

¡Feliz Año Nuevo! Happy New Year! Frohes Neues Jahr!

Warning: this post may be a little long and a little boring but I guarantee you'll fall in love with my writing. Ha! Just kidding.

It's been three months since my last post but hey, here I am. You may be wondering how my year is going, if I'm still alive, if I have already learned the ways of yodeling, or how many Bratwursts or bread I eat a day. As shocking as it may seem, yes I am still alive and no I have not learned the ways of yodeling. My last post described what I did that past month and similarly, I'll engulf you with details of the past three months but first I want to mention the major struggles an exchange student goes through.

I think the hardest thing for an exchange student is coping with all kinds of  loneliness.

Family:

You know when they say that Hispanics usually have big enough families to make a soccer team (or any kind of team by that matter)? You know, since there are always like 10 or 20 cousins, not to mention all the aunts and uncles and grandparents and neighbors and family friends and pets and the brother of the sister's best friend's cousin's son. Well, you can say I have the typical Hispanic family. For any type event (a birthday, a baptism, graduation, Christmas, or any single event that can lead to a party) we always get together and celebrate.

Here we are at a cousin's wedding (Only mom's side of the family)

Needless to say family is super important to me, and spending big holidays like Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year without them was rough. Luckily, my host family was beyond what I expected and thankfully my homesickness was not as bad as it could have been.

Friends:

Another huge problem I think every exchange student experiences when coping with loneliness is finding good friends in a country where the language, culture, and traditions are different.  It took me a while to realize what exactly was difficult about friends. The first time you start school, everyone is interested in you since you're an exchange student and foreign and stuff. And making friends is not hard at all. You tend to make a couple of good friends who turn out to be the group of friends you hangout with most of the time. You'll eventually find that good friend who you consider to be "best-friend" here in Germany (or insert the name of the country your in) aka your person (the person you can count on pretty much always being there for you regardless of the time/situation).

However, there's a slight problem. You came in to the lives of people. These lives have long been established and people already have their person. You're only going to be here for one year. Consequently, you never become someone's person. And this my friend, SUCKS! If someone here in Germany is stranded at 3 am or simply needs someone to talk because they are bored, chances are they will not think of the exchange student. I can't complain with my group of friends. They really are awesome. However, I know for a fact that I am no german's person. People are really friendly and open. If you text them, they reply. If you invite them someplace they'll most likely go. Being proactive is the key to cope with loneliness in this case. However, most exchange student will not truly be satisfied with the level of friendship they've attained since, again, most of the time the exchange student is no one's person. Although it is completely understandable, it truly SUCKS.

Now that I've told you about some of the struggles we exchange students go through, I'll tell you about the awesome things we exchange students go through...

On my next post ;D

Ein Ende in Sicht

So many things have happened since I last blogged. I left my homeland, met amazing people, learned more German, had a glimpse of German culture, tasted German beer, and met my host family. When I got to Germany, I moved to Schloss Wittgenstein with my 49 American counterparts.

Us with the Mayor of Bad Laasphe

We knew we only had three weeks in this American bubble which basically created our own tiny world within a tinier village known as Bad Laasphe. We had multiple weird, fun, creepy, scary, exciting, and emotional activities. As well as over 60 hours of classes. Those definitely we're my favorite 60 hours of camp. Waking up early to go to school during the summer and having your brain and energy drained because everything is in a foreign language and you're trying to understand your teacher. Fun! Despite the difficulty, the class was actually fun. I must say Experiment e.V. did a great job selecting the teachers and teamers for this language camp. I've never met a group of German people as fun, caring, loving, open, crazy, and interesting as this group of people which I will miss immensely!

The teamers and teachers

I can't really talk about the things that happened at Language camp since whatever happens there stays there but I can say that I will never forget those three weeks. They were so much fun. Jedoch war ein Ende in Sicht. We knew the three weeks would come to end we just didn't know the end would come so quickly! Those three weeks we're over faster than free Nutella. Scratch that, they flew by quicker than a cat running away from water. The 31st of August came by and the time to say good bye to the teachers, teamers, friends, and Schools Witti had arrived. Living with a group of people for 24 hours a day for 3 weeks makes you grow close. Who knew?!?! This closeness made saying goodbye really difficult.

            

 

Now, I'm in my hometown Hemer with my Host Family. They're extremely nice and are trying really hard to make feel at home. Although at first I felt like a giraffe among zebras, I'm feeling more comfortable and at home as the time goes by. I start German high school in two days. This actually terrifies me! However, I'm going all in and hopefully everything works out. Wish me luck!

My Last Day Before I Go German!

First it was my friends and my dog in Orlando, tomorrow will be my parents here in Washington DC. My parents will drop me off at the Hilton Washington Dulles Airport Hotel once the countdown becomes 0 days, 0 hours, 0 minutes, and 0 seconds. The road to this moment, I must say, has been more than pleasant with a tiny speed bump (although at the moment it happened the speed bump appeared to be 5 foot in height and wrapped with spikes).

I felt as if I was preparing for the worst. Similar to how the Witch tried to fatten Hansel before cooking and eating him, my parents were fattening me. Although, I don't think my parents ever planned to cook and eat me. They made my favorite breakfast: pancakes with cream cheese and american cheese, scrambled eggs, and sausage. As if that wasn't fattening enough, they also made one of my favorite dinners: white rice with corned beef with bananas inside. Food wise, my last few days have been more fulfilling than I could have imagined.

Quality time with friends and family has also been bountiful. This past Saturday I had a get together with my closest friends at my house. Although not everyone that I wanted to show up could show up, I truly had an amazing time. We danced to some Hispanic music, which I fear will be the last time for a whole year for me, and ended up in the pool with a couple of them. I couldn't have asked for a better way to have spent my last Saturday in Orlando.

The next morning I attempted to put a stop to my procrastination. However, once an IB student procrastinator, always a procrastinator. Inevitably, I ended up going out and did not come close to start packing that day. This was when the tiny speed bump in the road to the Hilton appeared as a monumental and colossal burden. I sincerely thought I was not gonna be able to finish packing. Luckily, Valeria Pereira (one of my closest and best friends) came to the rescue and helped me pack. She even took part in the walk of shame with me! We took my suitcase to Publix to check that it wasn't overweight. 

The time to say "Auf Wiedersehen, Orlando!" came, and to continue on the road to Washington DC with my mom, dad, and now 8-month-old cousin. We've walked more than I thought we were gonna walk but I got to spend a great time with my family before embarking on this upcoming longer road which people face once in a blue moon. I even got to tip the Washington Monument with just one finger (which they're now repairing because of me, I apologize for the inconveniences). 

I must admit, I am terrified about tomorrow and actually saying bye to my parents. But I'm also more excited than I have ever been. I guess this what I was talking about on my last post. A plethora of emotions are already flooding me instantly and constantly and I haven't even embarked on this once-in-a-blue-moon adventure. This will be my last post in the United States. Next post will be from Schloss Wittgenstein in Bad Laasphe, Deutschland! Wish me luck!

My Future Home!

"Hemer, Germany! Hemer, Germany!" I think I said those exact words more than 20 times yesterday (and this my friends, isn't a hyperbole). I got the email yesterday around 1 pm telling me that the implementing company in Germany, Experiment e.V., found a permanent placement for my year in Germany. Of course, as soon as I got the notification on my phone I shrieked so loudly that my 7 month-old cousin woke up.

I will be living in Hemer, Germany. I'm an hour or so away from Cologne, and an hour and a half from the Netherlands! I will have a 43 year-old mother (who, by our e-mail exchanges, speaks perfect ENGLISH, which can be good or bad), a 17 year-old brother who loves swimming, dancing, and hanging out with friends, a 14 year-old brother, and two cats! I'm a little apprehensive on the idea of living with cats but HEY! this whole year is to experience new things!

I will be attending the Friedrich Leopold Woeste Gymnasium:

I, however, am a little freaked out! Neither of my brothers attend this school so I will be going in by myself and simply become Fez from That '70s Show. Not that comforting but, again, this whole year is to experience new things.

As time goes by, and the countdown nears zero days, zero hours, and zero seconds, my anxiety and excitement become unbearable. I can't wait to assimilate my surroundings and to have a deluge of emotions flood me instantly and constantly as I embark on this once-in-a-blue-moon experience.

The Name of my Blog

Before I start, I want you to keep two things in mind. The first thing is that this is my first blog post in my first blog. So bear with me as I try to get the hang of this. Second, as time elapses I might begin to blog frequently and there might be a mixture of Spanish, English, and German in my posts. So for those who aren’t familiar with all three, you might have trouble in completely understanding what I’m saying (I recommend favoriting Google Translate on your computer; it might come in handy later).

The name of this blog “Nur Alle Jubeljahre” is an idiomatic expressions that translates into once in a blue moon; a more than appropriate name for this experience in which I’m about to embark. Thanks to the law that requires the good people of America to loyally and wholeheartedly pay their taxes and to other resources, the U.S. Department of State will be sending me to Germany on an all-expenses-paid year exchange program. I consider this seldom opportunity as a blessing. Hopefully, as I begin this once-in-a-lifetime and life-changing experience I will be able to document my experiences and give you and my future self a glimpse of German life through my personal lens.

I still do not know from where or who my host family is—which causes me to suffer from mini panic attacks—but I am certain that the implementing company will match me with an astounding host family. I’ll keep you posted!