Weird.

I heard today that my first student pub I've been to in G-Town is closing. This weekend will be the last time they would open.

I know this is kind of strange, but I am strange. In a way I kind of like it. I survived it. I never thought I would be sticking so long with something.

I know pubs close all the time and I know it's nothing special, but for me it is.

When I went into the pub for the first time, I felt like a real student. No lessons nor my first field trip gave me this feeling I achieved this evening.

You know these moments. For example when you arrive in a country for the first time, you don't know what is waiting around the corner but still you are waiting for something else, something that sets this part of the world apart from everything else in the world. Like I always will remember the sunset in Denver when I arrived with my friend, for the first time alone, just with a friend. I still got pictures but they hardly can describe the way I felt at that special moment.

I think you understand me now with my student bar...