I have a bad habit of thinking I know what something is going to be before it happens. I arrived in Munich with two goals, a rough sense of what the next several weeks would look like, and the quiet confidence of someone who had done their homework. I was not wrong about everything. But…

There is no dignified way to tell people you spent your Saturday at Legoland. You just have to commit to it. Six of us from the program piled onto a train to Günzburg on what I can only describe as a collective act of shameless joy. We are, technically, adults. We are studying in another…