We left the window slightly open in the hostel room, which meant that cold air kept pulsing in as I slept (which felt good). Most of the hostel room was awake and getting ready at 7:30am, so I did too. Jonny was still drunk, having returned to the room around 6am or so. :/ Anyway... Got breakfast with Arisa, Cecelia, and Humberto.
Arisa and I packed up and checked out, leaving our bags in the luggage room. I said bye to her, and I set off to walk around the city by myself. I walked around the inner city, south to the river. Some snow flurries were falling in the morning, but they soon cleaned out. Nevertheless, everything was still covered in snow, slush, or ice, making walking treacherous. I cut my finger on a bush that I tried to wipe the snow off of.
Around 12:00 I got a missed call on my phone. Fuck. It was Jon. I called him back - no answer. I was in the middle of the city, and there was a lot of noise around me - not exactly the best place to have a business phone call. About 20 minutes later, he called me back, and we had the talk. Things went as I could expect - the offer was below what I mentioned. I simply could not accept. I responded with a figure much higher - what I should have done from the beginning. "No way" was the response. So I told him to assess and respond to me tomorrow.
I left the phone call feeling regretful - one small sentence last week could have cost me thousands! :( I did not have a good feeling. I felt that I would reject their offer and return to California. And it would all be my fault. I had no idea what I wanted, and I didn't feel that I could take anyone's advice seriously, because everyone in Europe was pushing me to stay and everyone in America was pushing me to go back.
So it is. I walked back to the hostel, getting a wurst along the way. (Actually two, since Arisa graciously gifted me with a €2 food voucher at the station). I surfed the web in the hostel lobby for a bit, and then headed off to my rideshare at 14:20 at the station.
There was no name on the ride on the website. That should have made me suspicious. The ad that they would drive with either a blue BMW or a red VW, so I approached the red, slightly beat-up VW van with people loading their stuff into it. The driver didn't speak German or English, but did confirm that the ride was going to Stuttgart. 4 people were already in the van, and 3 more people crammed in, making it a total of 8 riders and the driver.
The ride became an adventure. Mainly because the driver couldn't communicate with us. We started driving out of the city, then he stopped at a gas station and asked us all to pay him. The Germans in the car were put off by this. Then, he drove the wrong way, going down an empty road near the arena. Then, when were finally on the Autobahn, he took an exit that led us onto the wrong Autobahn (headed toward Würzburg instead of Darmstadt). We were all shouting at the driver that we were going the wrong way. FInally, he turned around, and we reset the navi device to Stuttgart. But we already lost nearly an hour. Also, the driver was driving way too slow - people kept honking at us from behind and passing us.
In the van with me was Verena (studying in Gießen, originally from near Stuttgart), Klaus (works at P&C), and Sophie (Tunisian descent, didn't talk much). Two backpackers got in the car with us: Anjali (German, blond with dreadlocks, was born in India) and Simon Schmidpeter (from Allgaü in Bavaria, working as an engineer at a paper factory in Freiburg). Anjali and Simon were on the same flight from Panama, both having just completed several months backpacking through South (and Central) America. They were excited to have a German beer again (and surprised/disappointed that there was still snow). We played some road trip games that involved asking each other sexual questions.
Sitting in the front was Tobias and some older man who didn't really talk to us.
Finally, we made it to Stuttgart. We dropped off Verena in a surburb. The rest of us had to insist that we get dropped off at the airport. Anjali offered a ride (with her mom) to me and Sophie, since we were all going to the same part of town. They droped me off at Esslingen station, where I took the S-Bahn one stop to Felix's stop.
Felix met me at the station. We got some groceries and made our way to his place, company-provided housing. There is no wifi in his flat; I have to plug in my laptop to connect. This means that I'll have to adapt to unplugging for a few days!
We watched some videos online. Felix prepared a job application. Had a couple beers. I slept on the floor.