You're Never Too Old To Learn Something New

Hi everyone! As far as the pictures go, nope, don't have those yet! My sister is on vacation and I forgot to get them from her when I saw her last. Soon, soon, soon! I'll report the second I've got my hands on em!

Oh man, so much to recount! My memory is terrible, as most of you know, so going long periods of time without recounting my life makes it difficult for me to say what I did. I’ll do my best. Promise!

Oct. 28-30

Ah yes, the weekend after my vacation. Friday, the 28^th, I took a 1½ train ride out to Martigny to celebrate Rélie’s birthday. It was great to see everyone again after being away so long. And then here comes my favorite part. So, around 10…maybe 11…this rather attractive guy comes and sits at one of the two tables my group was at. I leaned over to my cousin asking who he was, but he shrugged and said he didn’t know. Dangit! How was I going to get to know this guy? Well, to my luck, he must have seen me do this. Because he then went up to my cousin and asked the very same thing about me. I’m not exactly sure what was said because I was talking to Natalie when this happened, but whatever it was, it gave him the motivation to come sit next to me. And spoke to me in PERFECT English. We spent the next few hours talking and getting to know each other. But, come midnight I pulled a Cinderella and left with my cousin, Loïc, to his apartment with his friends and my sister. As you all know, I have rules regarding the boys I meet here. One being they don’t come home with me after a night out. Another rule includes no number exchanging unless he’s Mormon or I feel like he would be okay with my standards. To all those non-Mormons, no, I’m not being biased. But when I date someone, it is important that he is respectful of my standards. And that respect usually only comes when the guy himself keeps the same standards. Of course there are exceptions, and I reserve the right to make such exception when it feels right. But in this particular case, as much fun as I had with him I didn't have a good feeling about pursuing anything.
On Saturday Loïc, Nat, and I went to explore an awesome cave. Gosh it was so cool! And when we got to the end, it was REALLY cold. And there was this…I’d like to say little lake. Which was even colder. How do I know this? Well, because I took off my shoes, rolled up my pants, and walked around in it. Yes, I know I’m crazy. Loïc told me this a million times. But he and Natalie are too because I convinced them both to do it with me ;) After that epic adventure, we drove to this ancient Roman coliseum. Oh goodness. So incredible! I’ll have to get a picture of it next time I’m in Martigny. It was amazing!  After such an wonderful day of exploring, Loïc drove us to the gare (train station) and we took our separate trains home. Natalie wanted to spend time with her dog, and I made a deal with myself that I would come home every Saturday night so that I could go to church each Sunday morning.

Sunday was my second time going to my branch, and it was wonderful!  I formally met my branch president (aka Bishop) and he got my information to get my records transferred into the ward. YES! This means I’ll finally belong to a ward again!  My head hurt a bit trying to translate all 3 hours of church, but it's such a great exercise for me, and gives a progress update of how I'm doing in French. After church ended, there was this big lunch thing, so I stayed after and really got to know everyone in my branch. There is the lady (still don’t know her name, I’ll call her the American) who is older and a mom, but, I love her. She’s so funny and she just seems to get me. Then at lunch I sat across from this hilarious Swiss-German lady and her husband, who both speak English. I like them :). And then next to me was the Branch president and his wife. Who both speak English. I very much like them, too. Noticing a pattern? Haha. After lunch and helping with the clean-up, I took a train home and spent the rest of the day relaxing.

Oct. 31-Nov. 6

Monday—HALLOWEEN!!!! This happens to be my second favorite holiday in the whole wide world (first being Christmas). I mean really, what could be better? As a little girl I got to stay up late, dress however I wanted, and go door-to-door collecting gross amounts of candy. I repeat, what could be better? It’s not as fun now that I’m older, but it’s still important to me. But they don’t celebrate it hear. GASP! I was pretty sad, but my boss did her best to make me have a good Halloween. We made decorations for the house, made a pumpkin tart thing, which is pretty similar to pumpkin pie, and then had this really nice dinner with some neighbors and friends with—what—pumpkin soup! Yes, awesome. Awesome. Awesome! No, I didn’t get to pass out candy to little trick-or-treaters all night long and reminisce about my many wonderful Halloweens, but, at least I got to celebrate it.

I don’t remember anything happening on Tuesday. SKIP.

Wednesday…hmm…these are the days I get off work at 1pm as opposed to 7pm so I can have time to do my French hw, and then take a train into Fribourg for my French course. And then after that Maria and I always walk to this cute little café, buy some hot chocolate and enjoy free pastries and sandwiches for dinner. Then we walk back to the train station and I take a train home, getting there around 8pm or so.

Nothing exciting for Thursday or Friday. SKIP.

Saturday morning I woke up, stretched for a long time, avoiding getting up. My bed is just so comfy :) But, unfortunately, I had to get going on writing my blog. It literally took me all afternoon to finish it. A month is a LONG time to cover, especially when you’re on vacation for most of it and a lot happens every day! By 4 I was finally done, so I showered, ate, got ready, then by 7 I was off to my train station to Neuchatel, where I walked to my grandparents’ apartment. By the time I’d gotten there Natalie was already there settled in her PJ’s and everyone was sitting on the couch watching American crime-solving shows in French. But Nat and I were pretty tired so soon after we headed to bed in their spare room.

I woke up Sunday morning and ate breakfast with Dada. Since it was stake conference for my stake, and the whole system was too expensive and complicated for me, I decided to spend Sunday with my family, a fairly acceptable alternative to going to church, considering family is the most important concept of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.  Around noon Natalie and I walked down to meet Lydiane and her very charming boy…friend? Who drove us to our Aunt Sophie’s house. Which meant he was automatically cool in my book. After boy dropped us off, us three girls walked up to Sophie’s house, cut up fruit, caught up on life (as girls are very good at doing for hours), and then eventually got to making pancakes. I can’t tell you all how much I’ve missed pancakes! Especially the American syrup. Oh I’ve missed that! But I forgot how filling they could be! I swear…after only two small ones, I was STUFFED! So, so work all that off, we all went on a beautiful walk.

Lydiane, Tinka, Natalie, and then up ahead Niels and Sophie

Lydiane and I :)

I saw this bridge and knew I had to get a picture on it. Only Amanda and Taylor will understand why ;)

Nat and Tinka taking a break to admire the beauty

Isn't this lake just incredible? I thought so!

Nov. 7-13

Nothing too interesting this week. The temperature is getting, and staying, very low. I know 46F doesn’t seem that cold, but for a wimpy Seattlite who is only accustomed to that kind of weather a week or two total between late December and early February, not EVERY SINGLE DAY starting from November to who knows when. However, it gives me a logically excuse to porte (wear in French) all my adorable scarves, boots, and shop for the things I clearly don’t have in the latest European fashion for winter.

Monday—SKIP.

Tuesday—SKIP.

Wednesday—I actually did my homework before today, meaning I didn’t have to cram one week’s worth into two hours. I'd be much more proud of myself if my reasoning wasn't due to my physical therapy appointment. I really need to be more dedicated to my studies! But anyways, so I'm finally doing physical therapy! My car accident last May has really affected my back, but ever since I came to Europe...due to reasons that are long and boring so I won't explain...this was my first visit. After that I rushed to the train station and headed off to French class. My instructor always has interesting methods to teach us. For example, she brought in a magazine and has us all read the same small article out loud. Which meant we each got to hear it 4 times and read it once. I liked being last because after hearing it over and over, I had a good idea of what it was going to be, and then I got to put audio and visual together which really helped me.  After class Maria and I walked to our café, ate, and talked for an hour before I took my train home, and she took her bus. I’m not kidding when I say it’s freezing! Hence why I practically ran the normally 30 minute uphill walk back to my house, cutting it down to 15 minutes. Oh, and I was wearing boots. Yeah, I know. I’m awesome ;) Haha, after I got home, I watched Sydney White. Basically a modern day Snow White with Amanda Bynes. I really liked it, and would certainly recommend it. It’s basically this girl who is rejected for being different—a tom-boy raised by her carpenter father, and rejected by a mean it-girl. I cannot stand mean girls. My absolute biggest pet peeve on the planet. But this supposed “reject” over throws the mean it girl just by being nice and herself. Okay, I know that sounds cheesy, but I don’t care. I like happy endings and seeing mean girls put in their place by the only things that really kills meaness: kindness. In my life I’ve been the reject looser who was picked on by mean it-girls. And it was awful. But eventually I got my turn in the it-girl spectrum. And it was my goal to make everyone around me feel loved and welcomed. I wasn’t going to ever make someone feel badly. So to see the “reject” win, it really touched me.

Thursday—I woke up around 9am to an urgent Skype message from Amanda asking me to edit one of her papers before 16:00 (4pm). It was a compare and contrast of the books of Kings and Chronicles, a subject I knew absolutely NOTHING about. But, because I love Amanda so very much, I spent my entire day off editing all 12 pages to the very best of my ability. It was a really good paper to begin with, but I’m vicious and picky when it comes to editing. I didn’t get all A’s in my English classes for nothing. After that, I did some more painting and relaxing, watched a movie, cleaned my room, and did some landry.  

Not much happened on Friday. Oh, well…there is the fact that my sister left for vacation with her friend from Alaska. Meaning I had nothing to do. But I’m practically a mom during the week. The weekends are my days to go out and remind myself I’m still young and get to have fun. So I’d researched a place to go out dancing in Bern, which is Switzerland’s capital, and is just 20 minutes away from me. I’d looked up train times, picked a dance place, and was about to get ready when I told my friend Devin of this plan. I know him through Amanda. Anyways, he mentioned being worried about me going out into a big city all by myself at night. It made me stop and think that maybe my plan wasn’t so great, but the last thing I wanted to do was stay at home tonight, so I told him not to worry. Then I confided Kevin, my go-to guy, and he told me the same. Except Devin’s new to my life so he couldn’t exactly be blunt. Kevin, on the other hand, is one of my best friends. And according to him, we’re getting married. So he legitimately put his foot down. But still, I wanted to go. Kevin knows how stubborn I am, so he did the one thing he knew would humble me: he told me to pray about it. And the second my prayer was over, I has a message from Amanda, who had found out from Devin, NOT to go. It wasn’t demanding. It was more like pleading. And then I knew. I couldn’t go. I don’t know why I hadn’t seen before that it was a stupid idea. But I’m so glad I have great friends in my life so help me when I can’t see clearly. So, instead of going out, I took a bath, Skyped Amanda, and chatted with Devin. Pretty thrilling Friday night, isn’t it?

Saturday morning I don’t remember doing much. But around 14:00 (2pm) Sarah, Hugo, the boys, and I went on a walk around “le Lac Noir” (the black lake) in a town about 35 minutes away from Schmitten. The mountains were gorgeous, with snow already on the tips, and the trees looked stunning. I absolutely love the affect autumn has on nature. And then all of this reflected against the lake.  I’d say it was a perfect way to spend the afternoon. Then it got really cold, so after the 2-hour walk, we drove back to the house and got warm with some yummy tea and hot chocolate.

Sunday always dawns early. As if 9 am church isn’t early enough, with needing 30 minutes to get ready, 20 minutes to walk to the train station, a 10 minutes train ride, and then another 20 minutes to church, 7:30 is my wake-up time. But it’s always worth it. In Relief Society we talked about the Second Coming of Christ, which is one of my favorite topics, but it would have been a lot cooler if it wasn’t all in French. I’ve already learned the language of kids, I’m grasping the language of adults, but church is going to be even harder with all its terminology. Adult Sunday school was good, I sat next to another lady I’m beginning to be friends with. We were speaking in English, so this lady came up to sit next to us and joined in the English conversation, and then right after that our RS president joined us. I really like how close this ward is, and how easy it is for me to fit right in. The “strenuous, awkward, I don’t really know you” conversations are getting less painful. Especially being new to an entire ward. I never knew how hard that could be.  Sacrament meeting was absolutely wonderful. Why? Because it was fast and testimony meeting! My favorite Sunday of the entire month. An entire hour of hearing people’s testimonies that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is true, that we have a Father in Heaven who loves us so much, he sacrificed his only begotten son so that we could repent through the atonement and be saved. That our Savior, Jesus Christ, loves us so much, he would go through every intense second of pain again if it meant saving just one soul. That the book of Mormon was translated correctly by Joseph Smith, directed by the Lord entirely. Sustaining that he was a true prophet chosen by God, sustaining all prophets after him, specifically our current prophet, Thomas S. Monsen, who currently leads and directs the church towards righteousness.   Which is everything I believe in without a doubt.

Testimony meeting ran longer than it was supposed to, which was amazing to be able to hear testimonies, but also made it a little harder on me because I had to run to make it to the train station in 10 minutes when it normally takes me 20. Normally it wouldn’t matter, a train comes every half hour, I could just take the next one. But Hugo’s parents invited me to lunch and the longer I took, the longer they had to wait to eat. Apparently it was Switzerland’s version of Thanksgiving. And boy was there good food :) We spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing and hanging out. They’re really nice, and it gave me a chance to really get to know them. They come over to the house a lot, but since they speak Swiss German and I know literally like 7 words max, we can’t really talk much. But they actually spoke to me in the little French they knew, and eventually I even got into a political debate with Hugo. He feels that anyone with money should give a large portion of that to those without. And while that is exactly was the Savior preached when he walked the Earth, I’m also a firm believer of agency and hard work. If someone starts from nothing, works hard, gains success, and therefore riches, who has the right to tell him he has to give all that away? He worked hard, didn’t he? And I certainly know of many people taking advantage of our welfare system. Yes, they need it. At first. In the beginning they say they’re going to work hard, get out of welfare, and get back on their feet again. But most never get off it because while it’s not the most luxurious life, they don’t have to work too hard to be supported by the government. And soon enough they’re in this limbo: taking welfare, and getting nowhere for years because they’re comfortable with where they are. Sure, there are some who only use welfare for a little while, work really hard, and then are back on their feet. But enough don’t that it really wears on our country economically. And I don’t believe people who work so hard for their money should have their money unwillingly taken away to give to these…slackers (that sounds harsh, but it’s the only way I can think to put it). Anyways. I did my best to fight my case. In French. Yeah…that one was a little hard.

Nov. 14-20

Monday was crazy busy for me, starting at 6:30am. The cleaning lady didn’t come this week, which meant I was in charge of all the cleaning. Then Sarah had a bunch of other tasks for me to do, and then I had to work until about 9:30 since Sarah and Hugo had Karate. I got about 2 hours in breaks in between the hours, but nonetheless, I was exhausted!

Tuesday was almost impossible for me to wake up. Since Cheif didn’t have school until the afternoon, breakfast was at 7:30 instead of 6:30. But I just didn’t want to get up. Luckily I got to Skype Amanda and Devin, our fairly attractive friend (who prefers to be referred as charming and ridiculously attractive), my morning was a lot easier to commence. Thanks Amanda, what I’d do without that Skype sesh? Probably go back to sleep and get in trouble for starting work late. Haha.  The rest of the day was same old same old for a Tuesday. Playing with the boys all morning, made everyone lunch, cleaned it up, took my 2 hour break, did my French hw, picked up Champ from school, then played with the two boys until Hugo got home and we ate dinner. After dinner I’m always off, but then the doorbell rang. Hugo said he’d forgotten someone was coming by to pick up a saxophone they’d bough from Hugo. I was expecting an older, uninteresting person. Instead, in came an attractive young man. And for the first time in my life, my natural ability to flirt disappeared. I could barely say 5 words to him in the entire hour he was over. So I distracted myself by reading to the boys. 

Wednesday dawned bright and early at 6:30am, as every Monday and Wednesday do for me. Normally Sarah is there all day long, but today she had to work in the morning, meaning it was just me and Champ. Since it was Cheif's birthday on Saturday, I thought it might be fun for Champ and I to bake brownies together. But when I bake, it is mandetory that I listen to music. So, as I got my iPod connected to my laptop, intending on putting on some awesome music for the two of us to bake to, Kevin Skypes me, so I decided to invite him to our baking party. Of course I had to translate because niether of them speak the same language, but it gave me a chance to show off my French to Kevin. 

Priceless. Absolutely priceless. Kevin's flexing, Champ is licking the wisk, and he's wearing the cutest aprin in the world. These moments are how I survive :)

 After lunch I was finished with work so I finished up my homework and went to my French class. I was REALLY tired, so I kept dozing off in class, almost falling asleep. And when there are only four other girls in the class, your instructor KNOWS when you’re not paying attention. Which isn’t normal at all for me. So she kept asking if something was wrong. And I kept saying no, just really tired. Adding French to that really wasn’t helping, but my 2 hour class eventually ended, and I walked around Fribourg with Maria. We couldn’t go to our café because I needed to leave at 6:30 to catch a train to Neuchatel for dinner reservations with Natalie, her friend, and Lydiane.

Lydiane, Nat, and I roaming the streets of Neuchatel

Which was awesome! I love my cousin so much, and I’m happy to spend as much time with her before she moves to Ireland in the beginning of January. It was also nice to meet Natalie’s friend. And eat some delectable fondue :) Afterwards we went out to this bar (not really a bar, but I don’t exactly know HOW to explain it…just  a place we went to get something to drink, sit, and hang out). I might have spotted 4 very cute guys. And I might have gone up and talked to them. And I might have walked away with one of their numbers. I'll never call the guy. But I was pretty proud of myself. Haha, around 10:45 Lydiane and I walked back to the train station and took trains home. I didn’t get back to Schmitten until 0:30 (12:30am), and then not home until 1am, but the night was well worth the long journey home.

It’s not hard to imagine I slept in very late in the morning. But going to bed so late after being so tired just takes a toll on me.  And then I made the most glorious things on the planet: PANCAKES! Thanks to the syrup and pancake mix my mom sent me, it was possible. Neither of these things are attainable here. Of course these accompanied scrambled eggs and a nice cold class of milk. I’ve missed American breakfasts. They eat bread with butter and jam here. Always. Always. ALWAYS. Nothing else. And I usually just it corn flakes. So I was more than happy to have a change of pace. Then I did some painting and listening to music until I went to Physical Therapy at 3. My therapist tried a new type of massage therapy which has really been helping, so that was good. Then a little after 6 my boss took me to one of the concerts she was playing in. The luxury of working for a musician in a very good orchestra, she gets you in for free. It was amazing. Absolutely blew my mind. I’ve heard Sarah practice her clarinet over and over and over. But never had I heard her play in an entire orchestra. And it was magnificent. Glorious. Amazing. Not to mention it was held in a really cool art museum. It was also a really good opportunity for me to bond with Sarah. We’ve got an okay relationship, but just in the last few weeks we’ve gotten REALLY close.  And a night where it was just me and her going to something, well, she played in the concert, but we came and went together and talked and stuff. It was good. Really good for us. I was super close with my former bosses in Geneva right away. So coming to this new job was hard because they were a lot more distant and I wasn’t as willing to let them in after being betrayed by my last bosses. But I can see they’re warming up to me so much, and I’m letting them in.

Friday was wonderful! I got to sleep in since the boys stayed at their grandparents for the night. Meaning, my day didn’t start until noon. I spent the next two hours ironing and doing laundry, then the rest of the day watching the boys. At 6 Sarah and Hugo left to attend another one of Sarah’s concerts, so dinner was up to me, instead of our usual bread and cheese dinner. Which would have been the easy route, but instead I chose to make pancakes, and I am now to blame for why the boys are from here on out addicted to them. It’s not my fault they’re so good, is it? Haha. After that we played, read books, and watched The Aristocats. And then, I did the unthinkable…I let them sleep in my apartment. If not, there are three levels to the house. The boys sleep on the third (the very top) and I sleep on the first, obviously the very bottom. If I didn’t let them sleep in my room, I would have had to wait upstairs until Sarah and Hugo came home. And they weren’t sure how late that would be, so it was just an all around better idea to let them sleep in my apartment. Not in my bedroom. Gosh no. I would never get any sleep if they slept in my bed since they’d wake me up all through the night. They slept in my dining room/living room on Champ’s mattress that Sarah and I carried all the way down to my floor. This made skyping Amanda a little difficult because I had to be super quiet. Even though they weren’t in the same room, you can hear everything one says in my apartment. Luckily the boys are deep sleepers.

Working the weekend sucks, but at least I didn’t have to start work on Saturday until 11. I made lunch for everyone, and since it was Chief’s birthday, he picked fries. If it was up to him that’s all we would have eaten, but luckily his mom intervened and had me make some carrots and broccoli also. After lunch Sarah and I were discussing preparations we needed to make for the huge lunch Sarah was putting together tomorrow for Chief’s birthday. At one point I asked her what time she intended on having me start, because I had church. And basically, because of how long it would take me to get there and back, just attending the first hour was out of her realm of reason.  I was very annoyed by that. She knew how important church was to me, and I’d already given up my entire weekend to help her with whatever she needed. Now she was going to keep me from going to church? This was just one of the several things she’d done this week that made me not too happy, so it was like the straw that broke the camel’s back. But, when you live with your boss, and no matter how badly they inconvenience you or tell you what you can and cannot do, they feed you. They house you. You don’t mess with that if you like having a roof over your head and food to eat. So I went down to my apartment to calm down. Then my sister needed me to lend her some cash because she’d run out while on vacation. I don’t mind helping her out, but I only had 80 Swiss Francs (CHF) to last me until the end of the month, and she needed at least 60. Which meant for the rest of the month I would have to make means with just 20CHF. But, she’s my sister, she needed my help, and I was the only one who could help her. So I went upstairs to ask my boss if the post office (also the bank here) was opened in town on Saturday after 2pm. Unfortunately it wasn’t, so they drove me into Fribourg where it was open until 4. But the problem was, the money wouldn’t be available to Natalie until Monday. Which wouldn’t be of any help because she needed it that very day. So that meant going to this bank that would let me wire money to the town she was in. Of course it was way over-taxed, but at that point it was that, or taking a train to Natalie to hand her the money myself. And considering I was already exhausted, I paid the overpriced taxes. The second I got to the counter, and the lady asked me how much money I wasn’t going to wire, I felt prompted to give her 100. Knowing there would be taxes, there was no way I could afford it, let alone the 100. Unless I tapped into my tithing money. And then I felt the prompting: just do it. She’ll need it. And so I opened my already sealed tithing envelope (that way I wouldn’t be tempted to spend it) and handed the 100, plus the 21 CHF in taxes. Yeah, talk about overpricing.

Luckily, this gave us an excuse to walk around Fribourg. It’s such a beautiful city, especially in the fall. And before I went back upstairs, I’d completely calmed down about the situation with Sarah. I’d put myself in her Sarah’s perspective. She’s been working a lot of late nights this week, she’s tired, and she has a huge lunch to put on tomorrow. By giving up going to church tomorrow, I’m choosing to give up my needs to serve someone in need. And then by giving my sister money when I really couldn’t afford to, I would be helping her get what she needed to get home, be fed, and survive for the next day. I was humbled a lot today, but the Lord knows the lessons I need to learn, and one of them seems to be letting things go and put myself in their perspective. Not easy…but I’m working on it!

Sunday was another very long day, but luckily I didn’t have to start before 9. So a little before 9 I made my way up to the kitchen and began helping with lunch preparations. Getting the table cloth, setting the table, finishing up all the millions of desserts, getting lunch going, making all the dips, chopping vegetables, you name it. I did it. It made me sad to think I wouldn’t be with my own family helping my Aunt Sophie make a large lunch for my grandma’s birthday, but another sacrifice I had to make by working this weekend. Around noon guests arrived one by one. First being Sarah’s mom, Nynette. Her and I really get along. I like her. Then Sarah’s sister Nathalie, her husband, and two sons. One of which spent the rest of the afternoon flirting with me religiously. He’s cute, but 3 years younger than me so I did my best to friend zone him. Then came Hugo’s brother and his family, and then Hugo’s parents. And then it began. The starters. The meal. The dessert. It came and went so fast. After all the work that went it to it, one would think it would have at least lasted a little longer. But thankfully, the clean-up wasn’t too bad. Since I was doing all the dishes by hand, Vincent (boy who flirted with me) came right alongside me to help by drying all the dishes. That made my job SO much easier, faster, and much more enjoyable. In fact, I didn’t really notice the fact that I was doing a million dishes because we talked the whole time. At one point we surfaced the discussion of American chocolate. I told him it was crap and like plastic. Except for Reese’s. At which point I ran down to my apartment, grabbed some, and made Sarah, Hugo, Vincent, and Sarah’s mom try one. And they all loved it. Why? Because they’re the only thing that even come close to the amazingness of Swiss Choclate. Then around 4:30 everyone went on a walk and I went down to my apartment to take a nap. It was much needed by then. And around 5:30 everyone was back so I headed back upstairs and said goodbye to everyone before they left, and then headed back down to my apartment to relax and rest after the very long stressful day. It was fun though. I really like Sarah’s family. I feel like I bond with them better than Hugo's family, but probably only because they all speak French, and Hugo’s family speaks Swiss German, making it a LITTTTTTTTTTTLE difficult to communicate considering I literally know less than 10 words. I’m learning, but I want to get a good foundation of French first.

Wellp, this has been my life thus far! Definitely been exciting, exhausting, and eventful. Hope you all enjoyed reading about my Ad”Gwen”tures of Crossing the Pond. Stay tuned for my next edition. Happy stalking, everyone :)