The photo above was captured as I stood in front of the Köln Cathedral for the first time. I was speechless-which, if you ask anyone on the trip, is a state I rarely find myself in.
I had just hopped off the train and was complaining to Chinelo about the terrible young boys and their constant yelling “I said a boom-chick-a-boom” I had to share a car with. Turns out, middle school boys are annoying in every country and every language. But as my eyes adjusted to the sunlight and I turned my head to see the Cathedral, I stopped mid-sentence and marveled in the beauty of the building.
As we worshiped in the Cathedral the next morning I liked the reverence that was displayed throughout the service. They fully acknowledged that God is holy. It differed from my home church in that it lacked the personal aspect of the Christian faith. I felt that it was more about tradition and regulations than about a one-on-one relationship with Jesus.
As we left the service, there were tons people flooding into the sanctuary. It was interesting to see tourists from all over the world, snapping pictures, amazed by the massiveness and the detail of the beautiful church.
After constantly asking “can someone take our picture?” I was asked to stop being such a girl. Due to the fact that I am such a dutiful daughter I cannot fulfill that request since my parents demanded that I send them pictures daily to prove I’m still alive. So here’s the proof: Continue reading “Because I’m a girl…”
I’m happy to report that my vision of 40 some students barely making eye contact, sitting in their rooms playing videogames all day does not apply to this group of engineering students. It has been a blast exploring Berlin with this team. Most of us are now able to effectively navigate ourselves around the city, although that knowledge did come at the price of getting lost a few times- shoutout to Madeline Dice.
Germany is very close to what I pictured. There is structure and order and if you don’t follow the rules you will get called out by the nearest native. The city is beautiful and full of life, and the food is hearty and unappetizing. I am still deciding which is worse- pork knuckle and sauerkraut or the Knollcrest Dining Hall.
All in all this trip has already been one of the best experiences of my life and I can’t wait to see what else is in store for us.
I have grown up learning about the Holocaust at least once a year in school, I’ve done projects, read memoirs, written essays, visited museums and memorials, and yet my time at the Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp seems so distant from the stories I’ve heard. Continue reading “Sachsenhausen”