As I sat anxiously waiting for my Air Canada flight (in which I’m writing this entry right now), I noticed a very tall lady (says a lot coming from me) with her husband and two blonde kids. I saw that the kids were wearing ID badges and the small red flag with the white cross in it which indicated that they were Swiss. I figured I had nothing to lose so I broke out some of my German to the kids. I told them where I was going, what I was doing there, and found out a little bit more about their lives They ended up giving me great advice about life in Europe and assured me I would have a great time in Munich. Although the mom spoke great English, she spoke to me primarily in German. She understood that I was trying to learn and I think she felt more "comfortable" speaking her native language. It was suprising because in class we hear so much about how Swiss German is almost incomprehensible, but her Hochdeutsch (high Germany) was amazing. After speaking with them, I’m feeling better than ever about the decision I made to spend my year in Germany..
Off to Toronto, then Munich!
