I have been back home for a week!
Leaving Köln was tough because I never really expected the day to come so fast. When you get to Germany in August, you don’t really think about leaving except for when it actually comes. It’s just a date on your calendar that you don’t acknowledge too much because you want to enjoy the year. But then it eventually comes and no one is really ready for it.
My last day in Köln was pretty relaxed, as I had already said my goodbyes to classmates and friends on the day before. So on the actual morning of I only said goodbye to my host family, with the exception of my host mom, who was taking me to the Hauptbahnhof later. Later that morning I went into the city to exchange my Euros, but I also ended up wandering around and staring at the Dom. After coming back, my host mom drove me to Chorweiler and I sent my “package of defeat” to California. I call it the “package of defeat” because I naively thought at the beginning of my exchange year that I wouldn’t have to send one home. At first I thought that I would send five kilograms worth, but my suitcase was teetering on the edge of fifty-two so I played it safe and sent ten.
And after walking out the door one and seeing my wonderful lil’ suburb of Blumenberg one last time, we took the S-Bahn to the Hauptbahnhof for my train to Frankfurt. There I said goodbye to my host mom and met up with the lovely Cologne Crew for our final ride with Deutsche Bahn. But in typical DB fashion our train was late and (surprise) Gerd was there! He said that our goodbye to him was so wonderful that he had to come back and do the same.
We didn’t arrive too late at Frankfurt Hauptbahnhof and I had enough time to say hello to everyone before they got us on the hostel-bound buses. Our room (shoutout to Ryan, Nate and Jack again) had a beautiful view of the Main and we all chilled until dinner and a seminar. It was our last day in Germany, so we all acted like it. No breaking of the five rules, though; we wouldn’t want to get sent home, would we?
We had to wake up unholily early for our flight, and we passed through check-in and security rather fast. There were a few hours to burn at the airport and due to the lack of Starbucks, I spent an also unholy six Euros at a Coffee Fellows. My last Euros were spent on Mezzo Mix though, because Coke and Fanta will never be the same.
I had the pleasure of sitting with my OG plane buddies Tiff and Grant, so the year really ended up going full-circle. I set up this wonderful plan to watch four movies throughout the entire flight but I ended up only watching Rogue One. There was gelato again and it was a great flight. After landing and picking up our luggage, we got to meet the German students who were living in the U.S. for the past year. We all chatted a bit until we got on the shuttle buses to the 4-H Center.
The American half was pretty jet lagged, so we weren’t super engaged during the afternoon. Our rooms were divided between the two groups, so I got to know my German roommate really well and hear about his exchange year. On the second day we had orientations from FLAG and State Department representatives. We mostly exchanged stories with the German students and just discussed our exchange years. At the end we wrote letters and recorded a video with our name, host city, and a tip for next year’s CBYX.
For the afternoon we had a “bus tour” of Washington, D.C. planned and that was… interesting. It was just really poorly planned, and we ended up seeing three memorials in the same area and driving through the city with a guide frantically naming every building like the world was ending. There was a quick photo stop at the Capitol, which looks really nice at night.
And then it was the final day. Just like Frankfurt, we got up unholily early and took one shuttle to the airport for our flights back home. It was really tough to say goodbye to everyone who was getting picked up or had different terminals, so there were tears involved. I stuck with my Californians, the Texans, and the Kansans through security and we all hung out at the Los Angeles gate. The German students ended up coming a bit later so I ate at Five Guys with a few of them before getting ready to board. I slept the entire flight, but I was pretty awake and excited when we landed in LA. On the escalator down to baggage claim, most of our families were already waiting at the bottom. I didn’t see mine at first but when I got down they were right around the corner. We all hugged and freaked out, basically “!!!” in physical expression. All the California CBYXers took a group picture, said see-ya-later, and went our separate ways. My parents and cousin took me out for boba, which I have been missing for the longest time. And then after sleeping on the car ride home, I ran inside to see my dog. I think the lil’ sucker thought I died, because he went crazy and ran all over the house.
But now that I have completed my exchange year on the 33. CBYX, this blog has served it’s purpose. It’s the end! There’s more adventures for me, but this one has come to a close. Writing here on Marc Goes German has been a blast, and I’m grateful for everyone who still reads/has read my ramblings and thoughts. I won’t forget this year, but it’s nice to have this blog, just in case. So goodbye, and thanks for sticking around. It has been quite the ride.
Your Favorite Ami,
Marc Camanag
CBYX 2016-2017