Language School

The kids are coming out with some German words and sentences. It's cute. They sound so German. Much better accent than I can muster. Lucy is the one always asking me (or telling me!) what things mean in German. And with Caleb, it’s all very unintentional. He accidentally says something to me in German, and when I turn away from the kitchen counter and say, “Hey! You just said that in German!” he runs away with his hand over his mouth.

Language school is rolling along. My class meets mornings, and Daniel goes afternoons. We each travel an hour by foot, bus, and train to get to class. After my class Daniel meets me in the train station with the kids. He passes them off to me. I ride with them home. He goes on to his class. It's pretty crazy, but it's worked unbelievably well so far. Yeah, I wish they didn't have to spend two hours of their day on busses and trains, but that's just the cost of us learning German right now. I keep reminding myself that this is temporary. 

German class is way too much fun. I absolutely love my classmates and teacher. Talk about being in the same boat! We're from a dozen different nations and have moved to Germany for a dozen different reasons, but we all have one major thing in common: we desperately need to learn how to talk over here. Somehow I ended up in a class with the friendliest, cutest, craziest cluster of foreigners in Germany. I love them all. Our teacher is excellent. Incredible instructor and amazing person. She's somebody with a heart as big as the North Sea.

So that's the latest on language school!

Pray that the novelty of the buses and trains won’t wear off for the kids.

Pray that we will look up more words in the dictionary – stay inquisitive.