I am staying with a host family in a suburb of Heidelberg. It's about a 10 minute tram ride to downtown and to school, and about 15 minutes by bike. The house has three floors and a basement. My family is a 25-year-old wife, Janine, and her 28-year-old husband, whose name I can't spell. Their son, Yasin, is three. The husband's brother, Hasan, about 20, lives here, too. The men are of Turkish decent, and Janine is a adorable with short, blonde hair and a lip ring. They are really great parents, and Yasin is a dream (most of the time).
Hasan was here when I arrived, and showed me my room. Shortly after, Janine and her husband walked in and because sprechening the Deutsch. I tried to say I didn't understand, and they said they would speak German first and English if I didn't understand. That didn't last long with Janine. Her husband doesn't speak much English, so he's pretty German-y when we speak. Yasin only speaks German, so I have to try my best. We play on my iPad and I call Angry Birds "bird-game" (vögelspiele), Fruit Ninja "fruit-game" (obstspiele); he saw Carnivores and was like "sauriaspiele!" (dinosaur-game).
They didn't know I was vegetarian, but they have been amazing. They cook me food and they eat it too. I don't know if it will be like that all the time, but it's a very sweet gesture. We had a Turkish dish on the first night and a casserole tonight (see below).
Lol, I love how your "parents" are roughly our age.
ReplyDeleteAlso, diggin' the new digs.