Yesterday was my last day at work, so I'm at the end of my shift my headset and my card (to open the door) made and cleared my tray. Well, except for a pair of shoes and the useful book "Facts about Germany" (published by the Foreign Office) because nothing was in it. The shoes I had packed in a plastic bag, and if the book Andrea. I originally wanted to use it for alternate hours with students of higher level, but mostly it was "buy train tickets" then in the beginners lesson on used when I have students with the beautiful pictures of German cities to which they had tickets just "bought", held at the camera.
Then I said goodbye to some colleagues, I again looked around briefly and then leave the building.
Up to the last subway was still an hour of time. By Angelica, Guillermo and I am therefore went to Ted's Spat, celebrated in the summer and Cari had her farewell. Funny it was, of course, a little wistfully. A strange feeling when you said goodbye to someone and know "the / that I may never see again."
Today was - as already reported a few hours ago - picked up my backpack, then I have a little rumgeräumt in my room, learned Japanese and are very lazy. Shortly before half past six I made my then on the way to my sayonara "party" on the German Christmas market in Umeda.
At the Christmas market was not much going on. Obviously I'm the only day last year was because, at the high operating prevailed there. The mood, however, did not diminish. Mainly we were one of the tables around in front of one of the mulled wine stalls in between disappeared always someone to supply (bratwurst, mulled wine and Children's punch, roasted almonds or Mutzen to get). There was a lap around the market, while the Germans (and Swiss) gave colleagues from the English team a brief introduction to the range of a typical German Christmas market (the example of existing art).
Then we returned to "our" table, worried us something to eat and drink (from a sausage but it certainly is not too tired), and stayed there for a while.
The atmosphere was good, and attracted to an older Japanese man who is suddenly pushed us to the table and even did not want to leave. Japanese men are shy? Not if they have strong alcohol inside them! That was a little embarrassing, to say the least. It took a while before we were rid of the type. Respectively. the guy we were going because we just adopted after a while, marched off and stood on the other mulled wine. On the other side of the oversized Christmas tree.
At 21 clock made the stands then all close, we were still sitting on a bench, laughed and talked, made recent photos - and then it was already time to say goodbye .*
morning I meet at 11 clock with Kayo. She wants to show me their home town (Kobe), I have been rather neglected, and at night we go eat together with her husband. I had no idea and above all, no right opinion, where we go and what to eat. So I had left Kayo choice. This was perhaps not such a good idea. On Thursday, she told me, beaming, we would go " fugu " eat. In other words, Japanese roulette. Super.
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* Although it because my jacket looks like this: there were still an estimated 15 degrees. But the transition jacket I have stuffed in your rucksack. Dignity in the other bag just before take place.
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