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Köln, Germany
I roll out of the bed when the alarm goes off (and after Angelika, my host mother, yells for me to get up), jump in the shower, and eat my Brötchen (bread roll) and cereal; then finally, I lily pad my way to the Köln-Holweide train stop. On the train to my school, the Carl Duisberg Centren, I experience overwhelming pride. This is my city. Köln – with its Gothic Dom Cathedral, bustling outdoor shopping centers, numerous sport stadiums, and collection of 28 supremely unique beers – has a free-flowing spirit that perspires from every bakery and every street corner.
It is October 25, 2006, in Köln, Germany. Today is a day like any other day in Germany – a day like none in the USA. I will keep writing a travel journal because my thousand or so words today will be like 1,000 pictures for my mind years from now. My snapshot, like the one I took today, will be known for all time as “Steve’s life in Deutschland.”
– Steve Cullen, marketing sophomore
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