The other day, I pulled out my presents for the grandkids. Seeing as they are little boys, I tried to find a marshmallow gun, because they are awesome and it's basically the only thing my parents never bought me because marshmallows go everywhere! My interpretation of this means IT'S THE PERFECT GIFT!! Unfortunately, I couldn't find any in CO. What kind of state runs out of marshmallow guns!?? I can only hope all CO children are having spectacularly sticky marshmallow fights. So for a gift for the boys, I brought Nerf guns.... And told them they were from the Cowboy (aka my father) back in America! I think they got excited because they carried them around the rest of the day shooting things, but seeing as I don't speak Swiss German, who knows!
That's just the one small problem in Switzerland... I DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING! Luckily the friends I'm staying with speak English, but the only German I know is from when I was seven... I can say hello and goodbye and count to ten, but that's it. And it's not the correct dialect either. The Swiss have 4 national languages, and different dialects of each, so even if I did speak German, I still wouldn't understand Swiss German, and still be in the same place... The little boys don't seem to realize I can't understand a lick of what they say, so you can see them looking at me huddled together whispering secretively. I'm just waiting for the moment they realize even if they yell, I'm still oblivious. That should be fun... Maybe I'll get the kids to teach me some stuff, the youngest is four, so I'm pretty sure my language skills are the equivalent of a baby...
Love, Alison
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