Updates from the Black Forest (the one in Germany): It is not, in fact, black. It’s much more gray and green:
I think the only other place I’ve encountered such thick, pea-soup fog was on top of Mt. Davidson in San Francisco on one of the foggier nights. I joined the local chapter of the Club Alpin Français so I could find some French fellow outdoor enthusiasts, and I went on my first excursion with them this past weekend. It was a nice group of very fast walkers, and it only poured rain for 1/3 of the 23 km we hiked!
We started in a town called Sasbachwalden, meandered over to Mummelsee, and then hiked back a different way. Plus we stopped for cake at the end of the day.
That’s the second hike I’ve done since arriving here and the second time I’ve eaten cake directly after. Good tradition. Kind of mind-blowing for me that I went for a hike in an entirely different country with a different language, and was back home for dinner.
This week, I am meeting the rest of the students and classes, observing, and planning how exactly I should attempt to teach them some English. My favorite questions from students so far after introducing myself have included:
- Do you know any very important persons?
- Do you love France?
- Do you eat cheese?
- Do you have any pets? (answered, Not now, but I used to have a dog.)
- Response after the students caught the word, “dog”: “OOOEEEEEEAHHH!!!!!!!!!!! Un chien!!!!!!!”
In other news, my cousin and her boyfriend are very thankfully ok, but have lost all of their belongings and one of their cats in an accidental apartment fire this past weekend. If anyone wants to help her out, here is a way: