Wait, So Fanta Isn't Juice..??

And there you have it. I think that pretty much captures the past two months so far. Book fairs don't sell books, chicken patties are actually fried cheese, "pepperoni" is actually a pepper, not meat, and now I find out Fanta is a carbonated drink. My guess is all of you were in on that one way before me, but it just kind of added to the general frustration of today (I was really parched and the last thing I wanted was something carbonated. "How about that really popular juice drink?" I thought to myself. Stupidly).

I spent the entire day in transit. No joke. I got up, got dressed, and headed out to the bus stop. Today's plan was to head out to Bad Schwalbach and finally register at the Foreigner registration office. It's important, because if I don't within the next 35 days, then I no longer have permission to be in Germany. Now this place is 40 minutes away, which doesn't sound that bad. Until you realize that taking public transportation will double that. I stepped on the bus at 10:30 and at 2:45 finally found myself in Bad Schwalbach. Just ridiculous. Once I finally got there, I had an address but no idea how to find it. And for some reason, people in that city are not as friendly, so that was frustrating. I was annoyed with them and annoyed with the long crowded trip there and so I was ready to explode when (after wandering around and getting lost) I finally found the building and the woman promptly told me: they're closed for today. No, no they are not reopening any time today, you'll have to come back tomorrow.

AUUUGHH

I'm not blowing another 17 euros tomorrow, no. What a waste.

At that point I just wanted to get home. Which I think is why the bus I was riding on was hexed and ended up breaking. The doors wouldn't open without being forced, so the driver took us to the bus lot and we all had to get off and switch busses. The 14 min trip home turned into a half hour trip...and on top of it, he didn't stop at my bus stop, so I had to get off in a different town and wait an hour outside for the next bus to come along. And then got dropped off 15 minutes downhill from my house.....

So, I'm still not registered and I'm out 17 euros. Grrr...I'll have to find someone at the school who's willing to take me I guess.

Anyway, I'm done ranting. I'll have the Wiesbaden and Mainz pictures up next post, I promise!