Fake it 'til you make it.

Hola amigos, ¿Cómo estamos?

Spanish 1, German 0.

Ohhh it's begun, the slow take over of any german I've learnt and any I am attempting - and struggling - to learn by the return of español.

The previous Friday night I was invited to Karlshof for dinner and drinks by some of the Spanish (I hate putting them into such ethnic groups but I don't know how else to simplify who I'm talking about!) and instead of the room being peopled with Mexicans, it was filled with Spanish boys instead. I was starting to get a little confused as to why there were just so many boys in this city and so few girls, and it was my roomie who clarified the following. My university is the Technische Universität Darmstadt which, as the title would give away, is a technical university. It goes a little something like:

• Technical University > Engineering and Technology Faculties only
• Engineering and Technology Faculties only > Male dominated industries
• Oversupply of fish in the sea > A social perplexity

Plenty of them where I come from.

Despite the awkwardness of being the only girl for a good hour or so, it ended up being a really enjoyable night. I had the scheiße paid out of me for my beastly pronunciation of the Spanish words, most of which I just cannot for the life of me say without an Australian accent. Notwithstanding, there's nothing like a few beers out on the balcony, pretending like its summer only because the weather has picked itself up a few notches... to 6 degrees.

If Beyonce and I were a boy we'd understand how it feels to love a girl.. and probably not look so awkward in photos like these..

We played a Mexican drinking game which my version of phonics would go something like "ca-rappa-ca-choo-car", whereby each person had to say a word contained in a predetermined topic to rhythmic clapping. Say it out of tune or fail to say one at all, you had to take a shot of some god awful (and extreeemely alcoholic) apple wine. The boys decided to be tricky (trickeh trickeh trickeh trrrickeh) and chose "seasons" as a topic, meaning that the fifth person would endure a predicated death by apple wine. That fifth person was me.

Person 1: "Summer" .. clap clap

Person 2: "Autumn" .. clap clap

Person 3: "Winter" .. clap clap

Person 4: "Spring" .. clap clap

Cat: "Mid Winter" .. clap clap

Person 6: "..WHAT?! Oh uhm.. Mid summer?!" ..

Person 7: "You're OUT! Mid summer isn't a season!"

All: *Chant* DRINK, DRINK, DRINK, DRINK, DRINK!

.. How I got away with "Mid Winter" will forever be God's mystery.