Dusseldorf International seems as good a place as any to update this blog. So far my German is passable, meaning that nobody has switched to English on me unless I've asked them to. And the Euro leftover from whenever I was last here (last September, I think) was enough to buy me a macchiato and some mineral water to go with my granola bar. This should hold me until passing customs and hitting up an ATM in Munich. Feeling pretty charmed at this point, a feeling I'll try to hold on to when it comes time to haul my luggage onto the train for Salzburg. It's not bulky, just heavy with the books. I wouldn't ordinarily be caught dead carting two pieces of luggage as I normally pack for any trip in just a carry-on. I want to hang a sign around my neck that says "Not *that* American. I'm moving!"
I promised an update on course prep and navigating Cold War music history. The short version is: identity. The long version will have to wait for another (read: better rested) day.
Tschuss!
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