Deutsch Leben!

Some beautiful houses (Haus), and flowers (Blume), and a yellow -sweater clad man.

Waiting for the bus...(Ich warte auf den Bus)

Look at that cake (Kuchen)! LOOK AT IT.

Snail, my first German friend (Freund).

Looking through bike wheels in Celle...may or may not have received some strange looks.
And more bikes, because Germany.

Candid cat shot.
 

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