Or, how I came to be in Freiburg writing this entry
If you’ve read our About page, you have a clue why we’re in Germany on this fine sunny day in August. On the first of the month, we installed Randall at the Goethe-Institut here in Freiburg, where he’ll learn the German language for 10 months or so, in order to attend university here next fall (2017).
Most German public universities are tuition-free, outside of a modest administrative fee, even for international students. You still have to pay for books and supplies, of course, as well as all your living expenses in this not-inexpensive country. Still, when you consider the caliber of the schools here — the university Randall is aiming for is rated something like number 14 in the world for his specialty, Physics — it’s still a screaming bargain.
I’ve read that the reason Germany does this is to attract motivated, well-educated young people in the hope that many will stay and contribute to the country’s success once they graduate. Which makes a lot of sense.
Meantime, our route here has been a bit circuitous.
In May, Carol left the US to take the Queen Mary to the UK, in preparation for Tamsyn’s graduation from the University of Edinburgh. Why the boat trip? you may ask. It was all for Pippin the Wonderdog. Slightly too big to fit in an under-seat airplane carrier, and too old and fragile to travel in airline cargo, His Fuzziness’s only transport alternative was a kennel on the QM2.
Randall and I joined them after his high school graduation in early June, taking a more prosaic approach via Icelandair.
After spending a couple months in the UK, we took the Chunnel and raced across France to Freiburg. Check out the photo gallery links below for an idea of what we’ve been up to.
- Get clean like a Roman
- What Constable saw
- Classic Rock
- Arthur’s birthplace
- Foxgloves and faerie mailboxes
- Bridges, towers, and a bloody great clock
- Oxford’s brighter sibling
- Carol’s alma mater
- Midges in the mist
- It’s a long way to Inveraray
- Christianity’s rugged outpost
- Campbell country cousins
- The top of Scotland (part 1)
- The top of Scotland (part 2)
- Of bikinis and faerie pools
- Fishers of men
- Good Culzean fun
- Arran(t) knaves
- The flowers of Alsace