Today I witnessed a German zumba class. Mind you, I did not partake in this class, but even looking at one proved to be one of the more exhausting experiences of my lifetime. OH, also, I realized that I am living in a Wes Anderson movie:
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Because this.
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And bookcase.
So, since I am living in a Wes Anderson movie, It's only expected that I did planks on a horse today. Let me explain.
I went to a barn place with my host sister, because I heard her say something like "Horse, good, you?" and I was like "JA." When I got there, I thought the most adventure I'd have yet to experience would be losing my sweater, or getting slightly pooped on. Ah, but no.
I realized something was up once every other barn goer around me started slipping into splits, and casually standing on their heads. I put forth my best effort, and managed to bend one arm, and one knee, all at once. I think I passed the test. Then, they started to do these things, like bending and such, ON HORSES. Somehow, someway, I too made it up to the top of a horse, and out of fear, contorted my body into a plank position. I promptly began to wriggle, placing my legs in places, and things of that nature, eventually making it through a fragmented round of horse gymnastics.
Anyway, I'm glad I experienced some local culture today, because for lunch I went to Subway, and literally gave money to an angst-ridden teen for placing a tomato on bread.
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