One Man`s Trash is Another Man`s Treasure.

For those of you who are dying to hear about my trip so far, here it goes. I have settled into life now and had the most peculiar interaction at the local school... of French...

I walk up to the building, and as I open the doors, there`s these like industrial vinyl construction curtains.... Were they trying to throw me off here? Was I just supposed to casually walk through like everyone else presumable did... I was a bit intrigued as to what was in store next. And boy was I right. We walked up some stairs to the main desk.. Yet again my last name was spelled wrong, so it took thrice as long.. We are instructed to go up to the second floor into one of the "classrooms"... Class had already started, of course, so we walked into the middle of the lesson. Great. The teacher could speak very little English, and explained to me that their class had been running for Five Months. Yes, five. months. No pressure. Just join a class where everyone knows each other and stuff. No big deal. So I had the choice to leave right then and there, orrrr sit through a two hour class and "try it out". Of course the looks and gestures were "go for it" and " why don`t you just try", and " I don`t understand English". So I sat through the class. Evidentially, the class took a short break an hour into and my teacher proceeded to tell me I could leave if I so chose. Awkward. But I had no choice. I was getting picked up promptly in two hours. So I stayed, and apparently all of the au pàir`s, classmates, were like 23/24... hmm.. I am still pondering this mystery. My favourite parts of being in the classroom was the very pungent smell of who knows what... there were no males in the classroom so I was ever more confused. It was like a hint of cheese mixed with stale sweat. Another favourite part was when she actually called on me to pronounce words and sentences. Yep. All eyes staring at you, with a look of confusion and disgust. Doesn`t get more international that that. Actually, the class time went by really quickly. And as soon as I was done, I booked it. Well I have never walked, or thought I walked so fast in who knows how long- but in reality it was more of a saunter.

Moving to the Rhythm of the Wind

There are so many little sentences and observations I've had this week. So I think I will just make a list.

1. People in Switzerland are normal sized; With that being said- they also have a deep appreciation of food. I like that. A lot. So I have decided to eat 'til I am full; and enjoy it! 

2. I realized, if you have no expectations, you will always be pleasantly surprised. Life is an adventure. I think that's becoming my motto. As cliche and cheesy as it sounds, I think I know understand what people are meaning by "adventure". I am so excited for even just tomorrow. And of course for what happens in the years to come. I digress.

3. Double Rainbow All the Way.

I'm thinking of adding more to this because I really like the title of this post. Hmmm

Only the Beginning.

This is the first blog posting. There is so much that goes on in my head. Therefore, it is quite difficult to decide what to say and how to say it.

So basically, I am in Switzerland. It's awesome. God totally provided and I am still in awe of how I even got here. It started off as a joke, but then I realised it could happen. As soon as I found news of this possibility, it was like I started packing right after! Now, after a whirlwind in the travelling world, I made it; now being subjected to only hearing conversations in French and the occasional German or Portuguese. Yep. There are so many different cultures and languages in an area smaller than Wisconsin! Amazing. Even with the everyday changes and not understanding everyone, I am ever more aware of God's presence. I am accepted and loved by Him; proof that I am here! I just love it! ahh.


The End.