OK so flashback to a month ago. I got sick for a little. Really sick. Like host family forces you to see a doctor because you look and sound like death and are incapable of movement sick. Turns out I had a lovely case of Strep Throat and Mono, which seemed slightly inconvenient seeing that Eurotour would take off in less than a week.
With the help and love from a very caring guest family, many many MANY naps, too much medication, and an upmost undistracted devotion to being healthy for this upcoming Eurotour, I made it out alive and well in time to have one last little vacation with my second host family.
So off we went, squeezing together our large party of six into our car to take on new horizons. Are travels took us to Aachen, where my first hostfather had studied, as well as where he grew up. There we met up with a wild branch of cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and whatever else and enjoyed a very lovely time together.
Because Europe is Europe, (really cool, that is), we made a short stop in the Netherlands, which I found positively RIVETING because hey, new country!? How cool is that!? Travelling from country to country is apparently quite the normality for Europeans, my host family found my slightly (but only slightly!!!) childishly copious amount of excitement extremely amusing.