Right off the bat, the heart surgery we saw last week was the best learning experience I have had this entire trip. To actually see a chest being split open and a beating human heart was quite the DELIGHT. I had never seen a surgery of that scale and it was extremely enlightening into the world of a surgeon. First off, they appear as gods to me. Their long flowing scrubs and completely covered faces make them untouchable. There was always a nurse or assistant to dress them, hand them their tools, put on their gloves, or give them a high five being so awesome. The surgeons were definitely the rockstar of the operating room. They did not even flinch while sawing through the sternum and blood splattering onto their glasses. It must be their war paint. I love how they have the most intense job, but seem to think nothing of it and were able to chat and answer questions from us. I am looking forward to watching future surgeries now and corrupting my mind with the medical gore. I could get used to being a surgeon.
This weekend was absolutely relaxing. To start, Sharon and I got tricked into going to Zell, but it turned out to be quite all right. We all had a jolly time. So we had a small group of 4 with us which was less hectic and more chill. Zell seems to be a haven for creepy old people who love to eat and drink wine and go to bed by 8. We kind of disrupted their lifestyle. The hotel/house we stayed at was ran by a peeping tom old man and crazy laughing woman. They were hilarious. The old man would sit on the terrace with his binoculars and watch us swim in the Mosel river while the old lady would refuse to make the girls coffee and laugh hysterically instead. The first night we saw fireworks at a wine festival in a neighboring town. I fulfilled my dream of seeing a traditional German band. I also mistakenly walked into the girl's restroom. That was quite awkward to say the least.
Saturday we laid by the river all day and had lunch and listened to music. It was very relaxing because we all wanted to forget about our papers for a while. That night we sat on the terrace with the local wine. We ended up playing "special" scrabble. Sharon turned out to be the best and we all learned a lot from the master. During our thrilling scrabble run, a mighty gust swept through our house and a loud crash ensued. This was followed by loud German yelling and the old lady and taking Sharon and Ashley downstairs. It turned out the wind had slammed shut a glass door and broken it. The lady blamed it on the Americans of course and the girls got yelled at in German. There is always a first for everything I suppose. The physics were totally off and it was in no way our fault. After that ruckus, we continued to play scrabble and have pleasant conversations. The next morning the old lady had a epiphany and figured out it was impossible that we were the cause of the shattered door. It was a hoot.
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