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This Post is Basically Just About Food

So I concede, it’s been quite a while since I’ve last detailed the intricacies of my absolutely fascinating life on the internet for all (Mom) to see. Please excuse me, but like, really guys. I’ve been a little busy, you know, doing totally cool stuff and being a badass.

Just to clarify.

Well, a lot has happened since, what, November? Things like Christmas and my 24th birthday and the apocalypse I joined a gym. These are just a few examples.

All of December here was truly amazing, as you might expect. If you remember correctly, December is the time of CHRISTMAS here in the Vaterland. Weihnachten, that is. And Christmas markets. I cannot tell you how much I love the Weihnachtsmärkte. It’s probably my favorite thing about being in this country– for a month in what might otherwise be a dreary time, weather-wise, you can almost certainly be brought into a sort of fairy-tale like world of delicious food stuffs, lights, singing, overpriced handicrafts and, oh you thought I’d forgotten, Glühwein.


Ahh, Glühwein. That most sultry and cinnamony of winter-time beverages.

I do declare that from here on out, never a Christmas season shall pass that I do not sip on this most delectable of treats. As per the usual, I made sure to bring some along to my Christmas festivities at home, because yes, once again, I was most warmly welcomed back into Ohio for two beautiful weeks of family and friends and far too much alcohol.

It was great being home, as one might think. I have a tendency to forget that being around people you’ve known for years and years is pretty cool, and I like that my time spent away (so much time) has allowed me that perspective. Here’s to keeping that idea fresh and fancy forever (we’d hope).

Returning to Leipzig was bittersweet, of course. I’d come to really be used to a steadily stocked fridge and the cozy comfortableness of having absolutely nothing to do all day. Yet I was happy to get back here, see my beautiful roommates, hand out the few little things I’d brought back from my time in the crazy place that is the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA (exotisch), and begin preparations for what would be the day that marked my 24th year of life.

For my birthday, I decided we’d cook fajitas.

Fajitas? You might ask. But Chelsea, really, fajitas? Didn’t you just return from America, the magical land that allowed you to eat Mexican food for six straight days in a row while you were home?

Yes, I’d answer. Yes, I did, but get ahold of yourselves. There is no such thing as too much Mexican food.

So! The effort began to bring the delight of fajitas to Germany. It’s not exactly an easy task, since what Germans lack in the Mexican food department they make up in, basically, just sausages. We toiled and shopped and spent a while at the grocery store, but eventually emerged with appropriate supplies. I made guacamole, we had some sort of strange taco-seasoning to add to the mix (in the hopes that it’d impart some of that flavor food around here sometimes seems to be missing), and a whole lot of peppers. Cause fajitas means peppers.

This is not a picture of the fajitas we made.

This is not a picture of the fajitas we made.

And lo– we did it! Fajitas were created. I managed to even find some black beans, cause I love black beans, though they were drenched in some strange chili sauce so I washed them off and they were actually pretty good. Gotta buy me some more of those, mental note. I was pleased, not only by the fajitas, but by the three different kinds of sangria I also purchased as a taste-test to go along with the meal (Spanish/Mexican/whatever, it worked).

Muy bien!

The week after my birthday, dear Eva, my roommate, celebrated hers. We threw a big ol’ party on that Thursday that we got sponsored (??? still confused) and therefore had like 6 cases of free beers and a bunch of free Bacardi to offer our guests. Pretty fly. Good times had by all, and the following day, I departed for a grand adventure to my most favorite of European locations…

If you've ever met me, you  know how stupid happy this sight would make me.

If you’ve ever met me, you know how stupid happy this sight would make me.

Salzburg! My homie Bernie just got there a few weeks ago for his last semester of college, so I traveled on down, aboard a bus, mind you, and spent the weekend in my European hometown. I love getting to continue visiting that place. I made so many of my best friends there.

To top it all off, we got to spend the day in Maria Alm, a little village surrounded by Alps (that were obscured entirely by some kinda wonderful snowstorm) just a few hours away from Salzburg, with my former German professors and their crazy cute adorable bilingual children. And we went to lunch with them at this wonderful little restaurant place named after a Farmer’s Cabinet (no time to explain, the dog’s on fire!) and I ate some Käsespätzle and my life was complete.

You guys, I almost couldn’t leave.

But then I did, because Leipzig, and I reminded myself that I love it here too, in different ways and for different reasons. I got back here at like 5 AM on last Tuesday morning and I was so happy to see that Hauptbahnhof, you guys– this place is fabulous.

Also, while in Salzburg, Bernie and I made the important discovery that my target audience for everything I write/do/say lately is really American people (or people who have a vast familiarity with Americanness) who speak/study German. So, if nothing I write/do/say comes off as funny to you, that’s not my fault. It’s all on you, for refusing to partake in the joy that is the German language.

See like it's your own fault if you don't get that.

See like it’s your own fault if you don’t get that. YOUR SCHULD. Sorry.

Since then, life’s been sailing along pretty smoothly still. Friday night I went with Kim and Vanessa to a party thrown by the university’s sport-department. The theme was Fasching, aka Karneval, aka German Halloween, and I dressed up as Little Red Riding Hood (or Rotkäppchen, if you wanna be authentic) in a cape I sewed myself, out of a 2 Euro red fleece blanket (bargain, eh Madre?), along with a little wicker basket I used to hold my purse.

That was, shall I say, preeeetty fun. Just affirming my belief that Leipzig belongs on the list right next to Salzburg of Chelsea’s Favorite Places on this Earth.

I also finished my graduate school applications! 9 schools, all submitted, almost late just in the nick of time. Just all send out positive thoughts that I don’t suck so much that I can’t even get into one of them. Oh god oh god, why did I even just put that out there.

Oh, and yeah, I joined a gym. Crazy stuff, but shut up. I’ve got a wedding to be in this summer, and I better be lookin’ damn good. No more Schnitzel hips for me, kids.

Dude I've been fighting you for like four years. GET OUT.

Dude I’ve been fighting you for like four years. GET OUT.

We’ll see. Cause really, sometimes that stuff is kind of delicious.


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22 in Ohio, 23 in Deutschland

It’s absurd how lax I’ve gotten with updating YOU, all those people who don’t read this blog. But hey! How’s it going? I’m fine, thanks. Yeah, Germany’s still pretty cool. I had a nice Christmas, so nice of you to ask.

REALLY THOUGH– I had a great Christmas. I was fortunate enough to fly back home to the good ol’ Ohio for Weihnachten and have a wonderful Besuch with my family and friends. Oh, the good times.

And the weird times.

And the weird times.

Traditions were upheld, such as the above-pictured Schmidt Family Christmas “Talent” Show, and new ones were made, such as celebrating the engagement of my childhood friend (here’s lookin’ at you, Karen (& Emre)). I had a great time being home and I was a little sad to come back to Oldenburg, but when I stepped out of the airport in Hamburg and realized there was about 100% less snow here than at home, I was pretty pleased.

Have fun with that.

Have fun with that.

Since being back in O-town, some fun times have been had. Maike came to visit! First time I’ve seen that lady in FOUR YEARS. Hard to believe, right? School started up again, and I was so happy to be back amongst my favorite German youngsters. And, on a side note yesterday was my 23rd birthday.


Yes, well. I had such a wonderful day! To start, I was informed Tuesday night that I didn’t need to go along to my first class on Wednesday, which meant I got to do some hardcore birthday sleep-ins. Score! Right? When I did leave the house, I ran into my delightful roommate Philipp and was given my first “Alles Gute!” of the day. Not a bad beginning. At school, I had only my (favorite) 7th grade class. We’re currently working on writing fairytales in English as a long-term project, and I brought some candy along with me to give the little darlings on account of my Geburtstag. Upon entering the classroom, however, I was very nearly moved to tears by the spontaneous eruption of “Happy Birthday” from a chorus of German 12-year-olds. And the best part? Their teacher insisted later that she had not even told them to sing to me. If I’d known that at the time, that “very nearly moved to tears” business would have been flat-out blubbering.



Upon returning home from work, I was surprised by both roommates, Laura and Philipp, with a cake, decorations, and a Happy-Birthday-Cake hat in the kitchen. Once again, I was this close to crying. I basically lost the ability to speak and just made “awwww!!!!!aawwww!!!adkfjaskd!!!” sounds for the next several minutes.

THEN, I got to watch the new episode of my favorite shamefully addictive show (that I will not name, for dignity reasons) and proceeded to head out to a LOVELY dinner with my ETA-family at a (SURPRISINGLY SATISFACTORY) Mexican restaurant! Fajitas for everyone! Alice and Ruth and Anka and Craig, them kids, they’s good people.

AND EVEN AFTER THAT, we headed to the Irish Pub in town for a few drinks with my ever-wonderful Betreuungslehrerin and closed out the night. I was exhausted upon return to my abode, but it was so worth it.

No shame in that, kid.

No shame in that, kid.

And so, I’m pretty happy with the way 2014 is looking. I’m a year older and probably not a year wiser, but I’m pretty good at traveling so let’s say that counts for something. Thanks again to everyone who made turning 23 seem like it matters (which it so doesn’t), and a grand piano-sized “hello” and “I miss you” to all the people I saw over the Weihnachtsferien in Ohio.


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