When I arrived in the new town of Kronberg, I was greeted my a mild-mannered gentleman with his daughter. They collected my things and off to their home I went. When we got in the car, the man points to his daughter and says, “This is Laura. She will be hosting you.” What? You’re going to pawn me off and have me be baby-sat by an 18-year-old? Then she proceeds to ask, “You’re 22, right?” Um, no. I’m not. Where is this going? I politely tell her that although I’m actually 26, I can surely act like I’m 22. We returned to their home which was literally less than 1 minute away by car and we sat out on the patio to have TAP WATER! Wahoo, blessed tap water. I’m getting so tired of that overpriced, mineral wasser mit gas crap.
Pleasant conversations were had but it’s always a bit awkward when you first meet your host. Fortunately they both speak English quite well, with the dad having spent 8 years in Toronto. Laura and I got along great. The afternoon was spent relaxing and reading on the patio, surfing the web on high-speed internet, and having beers with the “Missus.” Turns out she speaks better English than German (but her German is flawless) because her parents sent her to a British boarding school for 4 years of her middle/high school. She smokes like a chimney and probably lost her virginity before it was even possible for her to conceive. She’s traveled all over and has friends scattered throughout the world. She talks and acts like a weathered soul but of course, her teenage side comes out every now and then. Especially in discussions of boys. It’s definitely been nice to have a conversation with someone under the age of 60.
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