Gardens, the Main River, and a view of the city.
Garden detail. (I wouldn't mind living here.)
The prince-bishops' vineyards.
The city to the south.
The city to the north, including the stone Old Main Bridge.
Now I have to get back to studying and homework. My group is presenting tomorrow on Mark Twain's A Tramp Abroad (here is a link to free e-texts), which I highly recommend for anyone who likes humorous travel writing. I'm also writing an essay in German for my language class on my first two weeks' worth of impressions of Würzburg.
The Philosophy Institute at the Am Hubland campus of Universität Würzburg, where all of my classes are.Yesterday, I was coming back on the bus from grocery shopping in the city, and I started getting nervous, because I saw that for some other riders, the doors were not opening. On the buses here, when you're at your stop, you have to press a button to open the doors to get off; the driver doesn't do it for you.
And so my stop was the next one, and the bus came to a halt, and I got up and pressed the button to open the door and get off the bus. But the doors wouldn't open! No one else was trying to get off, so I panicked, and pushed my way through the crowded bus through the quiet, well-behaved, and nonplussed passengers, to the second set of doors, to see if the doors would open there. (Some of the buses are very long, accordion vehicles, with up to three sets of doors.)
They didn't open, and I got scared, which prompted me to yell out, "Es öffnet nicht!" which literally means, "It's not opening!" I'm not sure, though, if that's idiomatically correct for doors.
An older German man next to me calmly replied, "Die nächste ist die Haltestelle," which means "The next place is the bus stop."
And sure enough, we were at a traffic light, and not at my stop. When we got to my stop, less than 50 meters from the traffic lights, I quietly got off the bus, wondering why no one reacted to my panic until I vocalized it.
hahaha I can relate to public transportation mishaps, but in America. Once I pulled the little cord that says "the next stop is mine" but once I got there, I realized it wasn't my stop just yet! I got off anyways though, because I felt bad for making the driver stop for nothing. :(
ReplyDeleteOh, Esin. Busses are always a fun experience. The busses in New York and Chicago require you to physically push the door open at your stop. I didn't realize this until about three stops after my own, when some elderly lady marched through the bus and opened the door with her shoulder. I felt like an idiot.
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