My Dream Come True
Before I left for Germany, I had a dream where I arrived at my host family’s house only to learn that they didn’t speak German, only English. Well it turns out that that was quite a silly dream, because after hauling around 100 pounds of my clothes around all of Germany, I arrived in Jüterbog via a train from Berlin. I hopped of the train, which was quite a feat considering the weight I was carrying (all in a day’s work for Recycle Man, sorry, I couldn’t resist…I tried), to meet my boss, the preacher I would be working with, and my host family. After hasty German introductions which I wrote off as a formality, we carted our things to the cars to head to the family’s houses for a week. I had just settled in the back seat and put my seatbelt on when my host mother asked me a question. I didn’t hear her well so I asked her to repeat it, to which she gave a puzzled look. It was then that I realized that instead of only speaking English, my host family only spoke German.