Saturday, August 29, 2009


I have forgotten to introduce the final member living here at the Weber house. The family cat - Sushi ! I know my host family likes sushi, and I think the cat recieved the namesake. At least you know he is well loved.

zwölf Jahre alt

[ 12 years old ]

Sometimes it is hard for me to realize that my youngest host sister, Klara, is really only twelve years old. She may look older, but in the end she is still a normal, very giggly twelve year old girl. Today she had a friend over, Lea, and I noticed them running around the house with a green face-mask treatment and trudging around with high heels [to which Adriane rolled her eyes, and Eva motioned a gun to her head]. Klara was having fun, and it was definitely another reminder to me that I was in a house of girls.

Later in the evening Klara and Lea were whipping up some batter, and had the crepe maker hot since they were making some late night crepes. I joined in on the fun, and I think made the whole event a lot more silly. Remember, this is the Auf Deutsch sister! Klara made the first crepe that was dribbling down the sides, zu viele!, and Lea was a champ at rolling them up like burritos. I can't say mine were any better.

My flip turned into a folded pile of thin pastry, not a crispy, elegant sheet. The girls started laughing at me - Ich bin kein Witz! - literally translated, hey, I am not a joke!

Well, after another eruption of more laughter I realized the hard way that I just made up some German. I tend to be very good at that. Apparantly you can't be a joke in German - but it often seems that I am the butt of one.

After the crepe making experience the girls rented The House Bunny, and I joined and watched it with them. I guess I can be a kühl brother sometimes too.

Oops, another mistake - that means cold...

I guess cool, with the same meaning as the American word, is still spelled cool. Learned that one the hard way too...

[ The next morning - oh look, a note slipped under the door!

you have to love twelve year old girls. ]


Friday evening the Weber family had some guests over for a very fancy dinner at the house. Stefan, as I have mentioned, is a Lawyer, and the people coming over were clients but also friends of the family. Angelika and Stefan invited me to join the dinner, and a little after 8 I came back upstairs with some dress pants on and a button up shirt, dressed for the occasion.

The food was set up and was very nice - ingredients I have only heard of on TV, let alone tasted in real life - truffles, saffron, pesto sorbet, monkfish...

I was a bit nervous, as I normally am having to introduce myself and spark some conversation in German. The couple actually had mentioned that their son was studying in Canada, and they have two friends that teach in Ann Arbor at the University of Michigan.

Dass ist meine Universität!

I said that a little too excitedly and subsequently wacked my glass of Crémant that we just toasted with. Now I had foamy champagne dribbling down my dress shirt...


Well, I think you can see now that I am part Italian ... I like to talk with my hands.

At least that cleared some of the awkwardness. The rest of the dinner went more smoothely. I got to help Angelika serve the plates, and, as stressful as it is, tried my best to listen to the German conversations and join when I could.