Flying home for Christmas
Greetings friends! This will be my last post before Christmas probably, unless it isn't. It is my eighteenth post, which means I have written slightly more than one a week in the sixteen weeks I've been in Germany. I'm too excited to do a proper post, so I'll just note down a few important things. On Thursday I went to Leipzig and we went to the Christmas markets with Jack's two housemates called Micha and got surprisingly rapidly tipsy on mead, Gluehwein and a Feuerzangenbowle. What larks. Friday was spent recovering and doing nothing, and was therefore blissful. On Saturday I had my final concert of the year with the university choir. Despite some reservations about how much fun it would be, as the stress of finding new places and talking to almost-strangers potentially outweighs the joy of singing, it was actually great and I'm glad I went. At the end of the concert the conductor was presented with a bunch of flowers, which he gracefully received before...