I ben nämlich der Spion von Aale

I've just returned from a few days visiting old friends in Aalen, the medium sized town located in east Baden-Wuerttemburg, just slightly out of reach of the gaping Bavarian border, snuggled within the most northern points of the Swabian Albs.

Aalen in an interesting city in itself, and rather well known for it's Roman ruins and the legend of the Spy that saved the town from being conquered by a foreign army, but that's all besides the point. If you're really that interested, read about it on Wikipedia here

I started my way there on Thursday, and the be quite honest, I was scared to death. I had spoken on the phone only twice with him since I had left four years earlier, and both had been short, only discussing the details of my arrival.

You know how sometimes you get that feeling that you've stepped into a dream? That's what it felt like as I stepped off the train at Aalen Hbf, nothing had changed. The people I called my friends can still be called friends, and even though I haven't talked to most of them in the four years that have passed, It feels like I was here yesterday. It's also interesting how little people change, the quiet people are still quiet, the annoying ones still annoying.

It's nice to have a tiny little place in the world where you can go and have a whole other group of people that knows you, and possibly sees you completely differently than the people back home. They all still talk about the time I played a song at the school concert....hm.