This morning I woke up to the sound of Sunday Church bells. They were different from the ones in the city. they sounded more hollow and similar to chimes. At first I was disoriented. It's a feeling that washes over me everytime I wake up in a location I'm unfamiliar with. I'm beginning to miss having a stable home to call my own. I feel like some kind of wandering nomad.
This is the view from the bedroom window
Eric was still sleeping. We have the cutest little country style wooden beds that were pushed together. The blankets are huge and filled with fluffy feathers. The pillow just kind of engulfs your head. It's the same bed Eric slept in as a little boy.
I kissed him awake and just as things were getting a little heated up... I heard Gurtrud's voice from the other side of the door. "Aufstehen!! Frühstuck!"
Eric smiled and rolled his eyes. "Wir Kommen" He said to the door.
Side note: Translation for those that don't speak German. "Get up! Breakfast!" -- "We're coming"
Everything in Gurtrud's house is delicate and old-fashioned. It's like stepping in a time machine.
We had an elaborate breakfast and I'm still trying to master the art of eating without getting crumbs or stains on the beautiful table cloth. A blob of butter fell off my knife before it could reach my plate and left a nice Quarter-sized oil mark. ugh. She saw it too. I have to work on that.
As for my German hausfrau lessons. For a start I'm just learning the basics of a proper German household.
Rule 1# - When you enter or exit any room in the house you MUST close the door behind you. Every room has a door. If you don't do this, the draft will escape..or something.
Basically just don't leave any door open. Even if you just need to grab something from the other room and the act of opening and closing a whole bunch of doors over and over seems silly. Do it. Or else.
Oh and If you're husband has a belly. That is good. It shows you fed him well.
and last but not least. I am "way too thin". I really have to "fatten up".
