my introduction.. life with the writerss....

A dock stretched over the mirrored lake that spread 270 degrees around us. The mountains cascaded into bigger more valid peaks in the distance and the sun squeezed itself through two prominent summits miles to the west. It was extravagant, the clouds glowed orange and pink. The sun’s rays seemed to pull us in, to make us gravitate towards them. It danced and sank slowly away, reaching to say goodbye till tomorrow and greeting the other side of the world with a warm hello.

We were a group of fourty-five exchange students gathered from every corner of the earth. Every one of us had adventured out of our comfortable life styles with our friends, families, hobbies and languages to learn, experience, see an unknown culture and develop into the young adults an experience like this promised. We became quiet, curious about the surrounding actions and quickly gathered informational pieces that we could chunk together to use in our circumstance to grow, succeed and make a difference.

Eight days previously I was at my comfort level encompassed by my closest friends, my supportive family and the setting that I had learned to love and desire. Now, I sat on a dock with three young men. They were there for the same reasons, to live and experience but also they were some of the most unique people I have encountered. The three consisted of a boy by the name of Ralph Emerson, one who went by Walden Thoreau as well as a matured adolescent called Walt Whitman. We connected immediately because of our mere language of English. None of us spoke much german yet, but in three months time that would evolve into something none of us could ever even envision.