I gave this a really dumb title, but luckily Kara erased it for me and replaced it with this

Well Sharolee, I don't think I am quite ready to write a complete entry auf Deutsh, but I will keep that as a goal for a couple of weeks down the road...

Kara and I ventured off on our own this morning because she wanted to show me the graveyard, which dates back to 1700 (I have this weird fetish for graveyards...). We found the gravestone for the Burgermeister (Mayor) of Goettingen, for which Georg-August University was named (see picture).

We then meandered downtown to do some window shopping, where we saw this amazing pastry and candy shop (see picture). We also bought some amazing hazelnut ice cream at an Eiscafe. As we walked past the Jacobi Kirche, the doors were open with organ music streaming out. Kara freaked out because apparently the cathedral has never been open the whole time they have been here. We went inside to find beautiful stained-glass windows and striking orange and blue pillars. After listening to the music for a bit, we saw a sign pointing to the tower. After each paying a Euro, we climbed 13 flights of intensely steep and narrow wooden stairs to the top of the bell tower. The view from the top was incredible.

After Dad got home from work, we decided to go to the circus. We had seen signs all over Goettingen for a traveling circus that was performing tonight, and we didn't have anything else to do on a Friday night...
I was quite impressed with it- the acrobatics, trained animals, tight-rope, and other acts were all very entertaining and impressive. We were on the very front row too, which was a plus... until PomPom the clown (see picture) picked on me from the audience to be his assistant for his jokes and acts intermittently throughout the whole program. As nerve-wracking for me as being in the spotlight would have been in any other situation, not really being fluent in German made it even more scary. Luckily, PomPom was very nice and when I couldn't quite follow what he was saying in German or from his pantomiming, he whispered some English. I even kissed him at the end (sorry Michael...). We found out at the end that he was from Hungary and had performed in England for 7 years, which is why his English was so good. Anyway, It was a little scary, but really fun and makes a pretty good story. Oh but don't bring up the part about when Kara almost got mauled by the horse at one point-- she might start hyperventilating...

That's enough adventures for one day I think...