New apartment!

On Thursday evening, June 30th, I went to a city park with a big screen and saw the Poland-Portugal game. Can’t really say that I cared about it, but it felt good to be around people since I’ve only been walking around by my self for a few days now. Tonight it’s Germany-Italy, so I will go out and see that game, don’t know where but yesterday I went out for some beers with that Tinder-guy (yes, I will call him that) I wrote about. He’s from Italy, so maybe I will meet him up later. Update: Nope, I didn’t. It rains. A lot.

But back to yesterday, Friday, July 1st. I checked out from my hotel at 10 a.m and took the u-bahn to Mundsburg. From there I walked to the school at Finkenau 35e and picked up the keys to my apartment where I will stay the rest of my time here. The school is my landlord, so that’s why, and I will share the apartment with another student from the school, but she arrives tomorrow morning.

Anyway, I took the bus to the apartment on Semperstrasse. Started well: was pushing a button a few times in a row because I thought it was the elevator. It wasn’t. A dude opened the door. He lived there. Ehehe. Awkward. Then I took the stairs up to the second floor and found my apartment. The flat was very nice with two big bedrooms, one with a balcony, kitchen and a bathroom. I wrote to my roommate and asked if she wanted the room with a balcony, and she said no, lucky me! I unpacked my bag and tried to feel like home. At around 1 p.m. I realized that I haven’t eaten anything in the whole day and that I was shivering. Left the apartment and walked to the closest super market.

At 7 p.m. I took the train to Sternschanze (the Hamburg natives just call it Schanze, but I can’t say I’m there yet) and met up the Tinder-guy. We took a walk to a bar and just chilled out. It was nice and good for me to have a normal english conversation, especially in an environment that’s loud and noisy. It went well, even though I didn’t find the right words all the time. Actually it’s much easier to speak english without a Swedish person behind your back, feeling watched and reviewed. That’s why I don’t like to speak English when I’m in Sweden, but hopefully I won't feel that way in three months when I’m back in Sweden.

Here two pictures from Semperstrasse: the front door and the street view.

Market
On Saturdays there's a food market just around the corner from my apartment. I really love markets and I have awesome memories from those in Asia, and even though this one was nice, it can’t compete at all.

Here you could buy meat, fish, vegetables, cheese, pastry, flowers and fruit, and Jesper … a FIAT-cup! Didn’t buy it though, but if it’s still there next Saturday I definitely will!