while filling up the tank, the gas attendant decides to make conversation…
Idiot: Are you from China?
Me: *gives Idiot a weird, off handed look* No…
Me: *looks away and down at phone*
Idiot: Then why do you look like you’re from China?
Me: *atomic bomb in my head* …because that’s how my face looks?
Me: *very slowly* I…was born…here.
Idiot: Then where’s your family from?
Me: They’re from the Philippines.
Idiot: Oh okay—are you alone?
Me: What—what do you mean “am I”—
At which point, I made a totally incredulous WTF face, scowled, and completely stopped talking to him and went back to my phone. Awkward wait for him to give me back my card, angry and wondering if he’ll attack me.
Part of me was proud of not dying and ending the conversation without a problem, but I also wish I had said, “That’s really rude and offensive” and “You don’t just meet people and ask them about their ethnicity” after he questioned why I looked like I was from China.
Sometimes I’m torn between educating people, protecting myself, and killing them.
Being in Rothenburg ob der Tauber feels like stepping back in time to medieval Germany. Except with way more tourists. And for good reason because this place is just too. stinkin. cute. Though even this fairy-tale town has some grimm* history involving wars and plague. Thankfully it was rebuilt in all its beautiful glory after WWII.
Having spent a large portion of the day in Heidelberg, we unfortunately missed the English Night Watchman’s Tour by the time we got to Rothenburg. But it was still lovely walking around the city at night, since there’s far less people and can feel just a little bit like you actually live there.
Just because we missed the main tour, doesn’t mean we didn’t stalk the night watchman during the German tour.
Our hotel was a block from the famed city wall, and we entered at GalgenTor, or Gallows Gate, aptly named for where public executions took place. It was also the point at which the city was most likely to be attacked (probably because of the larger entryway – today that’s where cars can pass through). Now there’s a playground nearby, so you know, progress.
Click through for Christmas shopping, high tower adventures, fried dough balls, and spontaneous dancing.
While we were dating, Vince insisted that he had never seen the movie In Bruges. I claimed that he had definitely watched it with me around senior year of college or some time shortly after. This debate went on for a while (like years) until finally we both got around to watching it (for the second time!! I vehemently insisted). Unfortunately, his reaction convinced me that that was, in fact, his first time seeing the movie (throughout, I looked at him like, remember this scene? remember what’s coming? but he’s not good at lying and I knew from his blank expression that it was all new). Who did I watch it with then, or did I just watch it by myself?! I mean, it’s a great movie, but just seemed like a bit of an odd choice for a solo endeavor. But then again, I did watch Equilibrium by myself (and admittedly liked it, save for the over the top shooting down the computers scene, because he could have done it more quickly if he didn’t switch up his arms the way he did…but I was fine with all the other absurd fight scenes ha…but I digress).
Though the main character in the movie (played by Colin Farrell, whom I normally don’t like but was funny in this movie) hated being in Bruges, or Brugge (Dutch), I found myself wanting to someday visit the picturesque town. As luck would have it, my cousin William suggested stopping by Bruges first on our “Belgium” day (our original plan was to only visit Brussels), so of course I happily agreed.
I enjoyed walking around the bigger metropolitan cities like Frankfurt (where we flew in) and Munich, but Bruges was my second favorite stop in terms of beauty because of its old European architecture and quaint cobblestone streets (my favorite was Rothenburg - more on that to come). We walked around the city center, enjoyed some lunch at Cambrinus (who was known as the King of Beer, and is depicted in the restaurant as a king with a huge beer belly, passed out on a keg with a foaming beer in hand), and took a canal boat tour.
They had a ton of pretty lace shops around town, in case you happen to be there and are into that haha. Also, isn’t my sister’s backpack awesome? Love that color.
Anyway, click through for more pics from Bruges and our night in Brussels :)
My youngest sister Rachel, regarding her future roommate.
We’re moving her into college today. WHAT IS LIFE.
Reading about Michael Brown and the debacle in Ferguson has been nothing short of depressing. The news saddens and angers me, and judging by my feed, many here on Tumblr share these sentiments. It’s easy to feel helpless, but you can still do something to help. I donated to Feed Ferguson, a fundraiser to help feed the children in and around Ferguson. School was canceled because of the unrest and many of these children would normally have gotten their meals there. Here are 10 other ways to help, including donating to the Michael Brown Memorial Fund.
More importantly, let’s not be fickle. Read up and stay informed (I had no idea about the 1033 program), take to social media, find out what your state and federal representatives are doing, or not doing, about systematic racism, and let your voice be heard at the polls come midterm elections. This 24 hour news cycle is trying on the soul, so let’s also remember to be kind to ourselves and each other (via merfology).