Hallo, mein name is Leslie, komme aus Boston in U.S. A.
Ich wohne in Neuss in Deutschland
Doesn’t seem like much but before the course I surely was not capable of saying that along with everything else i learned in the accelerated class. Over all my experience I can say was delightful. I met some great people from Japan,China,Spain and Poland. Surprisingly I was the only American, although their was a fellow classmate that studied in Chicago, who had also recently moved to Germany.
In a class of 9 people, we collectively spoke 15 languages. I found that to be amazing. But with all that knowledge we all had personal struggles with learning Deutsch. I found myself having a sore throat by the end of the first week. I was using muscles in my throat that I am pretty sure never existed until I was forced to use them : )
I cannot wait for my next class
I don’t know how I managed not to share this story.
Anyone who knows me or any other Dominican knows the importance of hair maintenance. At a young age, I was brought up to go to the salon weekly and have my hair straighten and styled. Sounds expensive but prices ranging $15-25 (US) and pyour hair is washed,conditioned, put in rollers then blow dried and styled. This whole process can last anywhere from an hour to a whole afternoon, but trust me I have never minded.
Moving to Germany, I knew that it wasn’t going to be an easy adjustment. So I made a list of things that I just can not live with out.
Reqs For Germany:
Hair Salon Beauty supply
Mango Avocado Plantains ( just for a peace of mind)
Not a horrible list, but with only adobo seasoning remaining I figured that I would be just fine. WRONG!
The day that I went to take my picture for my CV, I went to the first “ethnic hair” salon that I found. I should have stopped right at the door when I realized that it was a grocery store,beauty supply, clothing and hair salon. But hey! Who am I to knock someone’s hustle.
I entered the backroom, where there was a hair washing sink along with other items that I am familiar with. For 15 Euro’s, it was a sure deal and I could not have been any happier with getting my hair done. WRONG!
The nice lady, who was the shop owner starts to wash my hair, nothing special until she rinses my hair and asked if I would like conditioner. Yumm yes please!
By the way, there was no language barrier because she was from Nigeria and had studied English when she was younger. So before she applies the conditioner, she starts to untangle my hair. HAIR 101: BIG NO-NO! I politely ask for her to put conditioner, rinse then untangle. No Problem right?
So as she untangles my hair, I can feel my scalp bleeding. I figured it was from when she initially started and I also have a sensitive scalp. I ignore this of coarse. After she was done she sat me down to put my hair in rollers. This became an issue because she didn’t have any big enough for my hair, so she insisted on blow drying my hair. I SHOULD HAVE STOPPED HERE, but I didn’t.
She sat me down, in front of a mirror and before I could yell ” Please stop, and spare me my life!” she began to blow dry my hair intro an Afro. Mind, that I have stopped relaxing my hair and have gone all-natural, Afro’s are not my thing. I relaxed and still kept hopeful, when she called over a younger girl so straighten my hair, but before she arrived in the room she slapped hair grease all over my head.
Trying to fight back the tears, I let the younger girl continue, she starts to part my hair and sections and flat iron. Now it doesn’t seem so bad, but I never flat iron my hair, but I figured once couldn’t hurt. That’ isn”t until I see hair grease melting off of her hands and the sound of my hair frying. The was going to rewash my hair, but I just wanted everything over with. During all of this I also realized that no one in that shop had natural hair, everyone with wigs, weaves or scarves. O Vey!
I kindly paid the lady and she kindly invited me to go to church. I probably needed it more than she did because I was about to commit a serious sin after being traumatize.
LESSON LEARNED.. YUP! When something doesn’t seem right, STOP & Turn Around.
Adjusting well, riding my bike in the rain, giving up on my hair #notmyvespa #iwantavespa (Taken with Instagram)
Can’t say its too far off, but it gets better everyday : )
Love > Distance = For Sure
The last two weeks have been eventful. Micha surprised me with a trip to Gran Canaria for our anniversary. His brother’s girlfriend has family in the Spanish island, they welcomed us with open arms and a very nice bungalow to stay at. The climate change from a rainy Germany was quiet nice, although the skin peeling off my back might disagree. I indulged in some of my Spanish favorites white sardines in vinegar, chorizo, octopus and of course sangria. Being on the island was refreshing; my mind has been on constant learning deutsch mode, so it was nice to play in the interpreter role for Micha.
On another note, I have officially enrolled in a deutsch class for a couple of weeks. Hopefully this will help me advance a little bit more in the language because I need it. But other than that Alles Gut!
Lets find him!!!!!
“My father in law found a red Nikon Coolpix camera on 2012-06-20 in the train at the station Amsterdam Amstel in the Netherlands. His photos show a trip throughout Europe from about 2012-05-07. Since 2012-06-15 he stayed in Amsterdam.
We would like to give him back the camera and the photos. Please Like, Share and spread this photo around so we can give him back his camera! Thanks!”
find on Facebook Roland von Gogh, or contact email on picture!!!
So I decided to join an expat meeting group. They meet tonight at the same bar that I did karaoke at last Saturday. I’m never described as shy, but I do feel timid. Lucky for me this meetup is at a bar, something tells me that I will be fine.
Yourself & the World.
Those willing to risk going far are the only ones who find out how far one can go.
My tumblr blog will now be my expat living blog postings about my new life with the kaurts : )