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Germany makes me happy.

Why?  I lived there for six months and I guess I just became very attached to it.  I love the people there.  Unlike Americans they don't just sit around and watch TV all day so they tend to be more fit.  They have much better taste in clothes for the most part.  You know, a lot of the guys there don't dress like slobs.  I do think a larger ratio of them smoke and drink though.  That doesn't really bother me though.  I love Munich. The scenery is just breathtaking.  There was a huge garden very close to my house and I used to go there all the time.  My feet sort of got sore frequently from all of the walking I had to do.  It didn't really bug me though, I got pretty used to it.  It's so beautiful.  There are cobbled streets and gorgeous old churches.  I swear, I've seen some of the most incredible architecture there.  I lived in a one room apartment in the airplane museum in Oberschleissheim.  It was very close to a sort of palace and everyday I would walk in front of it to get to school.  I loved my routine.  I would eat something from the bakery in town for breakfast and leave for school.  It would take me about ten minutes to walk there after class I would walk back home drop my textbooks off and walk to the train station where I would ride to Isartor, where my mom worked.  It always took approximately thirty minutes to get there though.  My mom worked in Der Deutsches Museum.  I think she was looking at some old letters or something for them...  I don't really know.  I'm so glad I was able to go though.  There was always so much to do.  We went to at least two museums a week and we went on lots of window shopping sprees.  I think I've never had that much fun in my life.  The food was fantastic.  I mean, I live in a small city in Alabama and everything here pretty much sucks in comparison.  In Germany we had hundreds of restaurants to choose from.  I think maybe the food is one of the things I miss the most.   I also made some really great friends while I was there.  Their names were Di, Mercedes, and Inas.  Di was Chinese, Mercedes was Hungarian, and Inas was Tunisian.  They were really great.  Inas eventually became my best friend though.  Di and Mercedes got kind of jealous and they kept on telling me lies about how Inas didn't really like me so we just stopped talking.  Near the end of my stay in Germany I went to Inas's house nearly everyday.  We mostly just sat around and played video games.  Inas was a big fan of wrestling...  I always thought that was funny because she was also really girly.  Anyways, I could go on and on about things like the Oktoberfest or Die Lange Nacht der Munchner Museen.  instead I think I might just make seperate posts about those two things.