My Apologies

After working on this blog this morning, I realize that some of them were a little pessimistic... ok, more than a little.

I know what's going on and if staying in my room the entire day is what's needed, then so be it. Quite honestly, depression is now the conductor onboard and the doldrums are my next stop. It happens. I promise and cross my heart to you all, my faithful readers (the few you are) that I shall venture out today. I will even shower and shave my legs, that's how serious I am about this whole venturing out today.

Besides... I need food. I think I might venture out to the stone bridge and read by the banks of the River Danube. I did so Sunday for about 3 hours and it was absoultely amazing...

Allow me to extrapolate: The River Danube, as you know is one of the major rivers in Europe. Regensburg has the luck of being by it (incidentally, I think that the "regens" part of the city name has its roots in a Roman name that means "by the river") and the city is connected by a large stone bridge. Apparently there is this story about the men contructing the bridge and the cathedral. It is said that the man in charge of the bridges constructed sold his soul to the Devil (*gasp*) to beat the man building the cathedral. So, it might be that walking across it, I might actually be stepping on something that the Devil helped out with... and then I remembered the whole Adam and Eve and Garden of Eden ordeal and then realize, "Eh. The bridge might not be the worse thing connected with a Devil myth."

But it is simply gorgeous and breathtaking and all those airy, romantic ideas of Europe and European ideals. I sat on a bench close to the river and was surrounded by lush and colorful varities of blooms not foud in America (me waxing poetic again... you have to watch me. I like to sneak those in every once in a while). The air was clear, the sky a blue unable to be bottled by any painter and the atmosphere so realxing I could have napped there for a thousand years. Fortunately, I was reading Sophie's World: A Brief History of Philosophy at the time so it became even more dramatic and surreal. Another thing amusing was the amount of America tourists who would ask if I spoke English and, when I did so, they would comment that I did well in speaking it. The moment was ruined when I informed them I was from Kentucky... but then they complimented me by informing me I had no accent: score.

There's actually a legend about the River Danube that says if you're in love that the Danube will appear blue. I'n not 100% sure, but I do believe that there is an old American movie that quotes that as well.

Anyway, see? I haven't been all sullen during my stay here! I just haven't written a whole lot about the "this is where I went, here's who I was with... it was cool." I should though. I need to comment on the impressiveness of the Walhalla and it's history and being in Regensburg since I've settled a little and, of course, classes.

Until later, cheers!