Clean clothes smell AMAZING (May 2nd)

Today was a so called "work" day for me as I was in desperate need of clean clothes and I was trying to plan out the rest of my trip...and of course update the blog, which has become increasingly difficult to update now that I am responsible for everyday.

As i sat in the internet cafe in my pajama pants and nicest shirt feeling like a goon, I began to wheep because I had just paid €10 to have my laundry done by a mean old fraü who didn't speak any English. It was sure interesting trying to convey to her that I needed to wash the clothes I was wearing as well, so I would need a place to change. Luckily we got it all figured out and my clothes smell spring time fresh.

Man, I think the thing I most take for granted in this world is clean laundry. I can't tell you how good it feels to go from wearing a shirt that smells of 15 days of travel to one that smells of absolute cleanliness...SO GOOD!!!

After sitting around in the internet cafe for 3 hours waiting for my laundry to get done, I was looking to get out into the nice weather. I took a walk along the Philospheweg, an uphill trek that showed a truly amazing view of Heidelberg and it's castle. I also learned a very interesting fact on my verticle walk: I am amazingly out of shape!

After I made my way down the hill, I came across a long lost friend: GELATO!!!! Foaming at the mouth I quickly approached the man and asked for a chocolate, mint, and cafe cone. He obliged and I found myself 3 scoops up on ole Scotty boy...and it still counts even though he's not here.

The hostel I was staying at (or should I say restaurant with rooms next to it?) served food and I thought I would give it a try. Here I think I had not only the best meal I've had in Europe, but the BEST MEAL OF MY LIFE! I had breaded pork with gravy and mashed potatos smothered in gravy. Seriously, the BEST meal. Add to that the liter of Bitburger Pils I had and it was a perfect meal.

I also met a German guy named something that sound like Carson...not Klotz as I first thought. He was studying at the University here to be a teacher and we chatted about all sorts of things. Very good to get to talk with him, but it also made me realize that I really haven't talked to someone who spoke American English since Scott left. Oh how different it is over here.

Fat and happy I set off into the town to party. As this was a college town not unlike Ames (though about 600 years older), I quickly ran into two bars that were across the street from eachother that was packed with students and loud music. Think Welch Avenue if Paddy's and Cy's was packed, but intstead of everyone crowding around in side, they crowded around the street in between the two.

As I quickly remembered how I often come to hate that type of atmosphere, I went back to the hostel and chatted with a few Canadian girls and an Argentinan guy that I had seen a lot that day, Herman. Soon Herman was fast asleep snoring quite loudly and the Candadian girls were asleep, earplugs in ears, and I read a bit more before going to bed.

Gelato consumed (in scoops):

Jordan - 3
Scott - 0