I am keeping this short and to the point in an effort to not anger karma or the fair-play gods or whoever it is that makes me feel like I shouldn't talk too much about this. In fact, I think I'll just skip the whole deal and you, friendly reader, can infer that no news is good news. I'll also require you to figure out to what I refer. Sorry, it's just safer that way. And while I admit the whole ordeal is not nearly over, for completeness, I just thought I would say a word and move on for the time being.
More on Germany soon. I've just received my Rosetta Stone German language CDs and I am committing myself to an hour a day of high-quality German language learning. So far, I can count to ten and describe men, women and children as being on top of or underneath a horse, a ball, a table and an airplane. I can also reliably describe the horse, ball, table or airplane as yellow, red or blue. It's not much, but it's a start. The other day I told a German-speaking friend that the boy was on top of the woman in German. This was an accident and, I fear, a glimpse into the future of many German faux pas to come. Oh well, the crosses we bear.
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