So why did I come back? I had work to do. My intentions originally were to work from there, but Internet access wasn't as easy to come by as I'd hoped. Sure, there are crappy net cafes, and the institute's lab, and Judith's house, but they were all either too expensive, too limited, too inconvenient, or some combination thereof.
So I stopped working and just made it into a vacation only.
Well, a one month vacation is enough. I wanted to get back to other things: being free, getting an apartment/house, and most of all: work. It's not that I'm addicted to working (well, that too) but I couldn't let my company go to shit because I wasn't able to respond to important issues/emails in a timely fashion.
Did my German improve? Tons. (well, I think so.. Judith might laugh at that.) But I also found out that the bar (of decency) was a lot higher than I'd previously thought. So while I improved, my percentage of the way to decency (as opposed to fluency) actually fell. But oh well. It was fun.
Coolest thing: listen to a language when you know no words. Sounds like straight gibberish without word breaks. Learn a couple words, a couple constructions... suddenly the same gibberish has tons more structure than what you learned. Constantly I found myself overhearing conversations and understanding perfectly clearly parts, and the other parts being gibberish.
I explained that incredibly poorly. I'm still jet-lagged and I want to sleep. Let's try again. I'm just impressed by how quickly the brain picks up language skills. In my class (which was actually pretty lame, but I don't want to rant), I'd learn something for just a bit, then I'd go out and hear it everywhere right-away, and be able to construct sentences in my head with it, without a problem. My pronounciation sucked, but improved. That, along with being somewhat shy, I didn't talk as much as I wanted.
The best language learners are those that just love to talk and to hear themselves talk, I imagine. I hardly like to hear anybody talk, much less myself, so I think in the long run there's not much hope for me there. But that's okay, because fluency isn't my goal.
I'I just wanted to experience trying to use another language. In the past whenever I saw people casually flip between languages I'd think: what's going on inside their head? Does it take effort to make that switch, or what? It was fun talking with 10 other people from 10 different countries, all with different native languages and using piss-poor German and actually seeing that it worked, and that we were conveying ideas back and forth. It was cool to see how the mind automatically scaled down my ideas onto the biggest most descriptive words it could use. That by itself is just so cool.
I'd go on, but I'm tired. In summary:
I got to think a lot. I'm happy.
And now I get to work a lot. So I'm happy.
And I'll continue to do whatever I feel like whenever. And I'll be happy.