We are ready for winter! Using my limited German skills, I finally got up enough courage to talk to our village wood man. I was nervous last year as well.
He speaks no English.
This is good- it forces me to dig vocabulary out of my head.
I understand most of what he says. I know I miss a lot as well.
I dream in German for the next few days after being forced to speak it.
Jim and I stacked it all in neat rows down in the basement. It's nice, dry wood that burns super hot.
Along with Christmas markets, it's the best part of our German winter.
We all love it.
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