Fellbach Hopf

OK, so this is really a continuation of what happened to me on Wednesday. Since I don't have a car I have to rely on the public transportation here in Germany. That's all and fine because it's really reliable and well planned, unlike at home. (If we had a system like they do here, I'd rarely drive) But there are two main draw backs to this whole thing. 1. It takes longer than if I were to drive. Example: from the Müllers to the insitute takes like 15 mintues when we drive. With public transportation, it takes like 30-40 minutes depending on how the connections work out. 2. If you go out too late, you could miss the last train home.

This second setback was my main fear on Wednesday because I was way the heck out in Freiberg. It all worked out fine and dandy until I got to the Bahnhof in Fellbach. That is when I unknowingly got on the bus for Fellbach Hopf. It was in the place where the number 60 was supposed to be so I got on. Mistake. They made the u-turn like normal but then instead of turning right, the bus went left. I freaked. I still knew where I was and could have walked but I thought it better to stay in the bus.

I got lost after like the 5th stop so then I had to stay on the bus because then I had no clue where I was. I saw some people pull out a map (did I mentioned we were packed in like sardines?) and I saw that this bus would eventually loop around and go back to the Bahnhof. But in the mean time, I was still on an over crowded bus with a whole bunch of buzzed, if not drunk, Germans. Which actually wasn't bad. Everyone was very jovial and talkative, rare for most Germans unless they've had a little something to drink.

So basically what was going on was Hopf was a party spread throughout several bars and restaurants around Fellbach. No one had work on Thursday because it was a holiday so everyone went out and partied.

After being on the bus for who knows how long I recognized the stop as Höhenstraße because I go passed it all the time on the U1. Then I knew exactly where I was and decided to get off at the next stop. So I did. It was Bahnhofstraße right by where Esther's brotehr and sister-in-law used to live. Then I just walked "home" and was there around 1am.

Exciting, I know. I've gotten lost so many times this week. It may have something to do with the fact that I have never, nor do I presently, own or have poession of a map of Stuttgart or the surrounding areas. But whatever, I get by.