After a wonderful weekend with the group McKinley and I were so excited to have some time to hang out and chat just the two of us. We got up Monday morning and I packed for class and McKin packed for the bike tour!! We got on the subway and the doors shut behind us and the next thing I know we're being controlled, aka checked for our tickets. Well perfect. McKin had one and I have my student pass so there won't be a problem. Right? wrong. Apparently, the pass Mckinley had is for kids. Super. and what does the not so understanding man who only yells (not speaks) in German ask for: Ausweis. Shouldn't be a problem except for before leaving the house McKinley asked me if she needed it and I decided she didn't. So imagine with me. You and your best friend get controlled on the subway in the city you live in where they only speak a language you know and the man asks for something you told your friend she didn't need. Looks like the responcible party isn't so responcible afterall. So what do I do? Think fast and tell him I don't speak German. And to my overwhelming joy it worked. He explained to me in German which I only pretended to half understand that it was a small misunderstanding and we needed to buy another ticket. Whew! 40 euro crisis overteted. And the first and last time I plan on (a) telling someone they don't need their passport and (b) pretending I don't speak a language I'm really proud to speak.
Anyway, so I head to class and McKinley goes on the bike tour. I meet back up with her and we go eat Doner and go look inside the Berliner Dom. The church was beautiful! My favorite part was the four corners having mosaics of the four gospels. and the plaque on the back that had 1 Peter 1:13 on it. Don't worry, it didn't say that. I translated it for McKin. We headed up to one of the balconies and spent some time praying which was so wonderful. Its been two months since I've had real fellowship (aka fellowship in English) and it was so great to share that time with McKin.
I headed back to class (yuck!) and then me and McKin headed home because I was one big ball of stress. My upper level German class, which I love and wouldn't trade for the world, is make me want to pull my hair out! So, while I stressed at the computer (I ended up writing something I'm really proud of) McKinley made dinner and laid around getting my bed warmed up for me! And I mean honestly, what are best friends for?
1 comment:
Now mer... Jesus didn't speak English either (or German for that matter). You shouldn't be so insensitive to other cultures and languages. Real fellowship happens all over the world
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