My intensive German class ended today. It met from 9.15-12.45 everyday the last four weeks. Our teacher Ingrid is lovely. She’s 64, divorced, and is always telling us where to go during our free time. She advises to get out of the city as much as we can. Go on hikes and visit villages. Don’t waste your money. She has held several jobs and last night I asked her what was her favorite.
“All of them. Whenever I stop loving it, I get a new one.”
She teaches beginning German to university students, refugees, and prisoners. Between class sessions, she travels. She leaves on Saturday for a two-week hiking holiday in Greece.
Last night she took our class on a hiking/dining adventure to Ihringen. We took a train to the village and hiked on narrow paths through vineyards and waved at mountains in France. The views were spectacular. Our destination was the restaurant Martinshof-Schenke. We were greeted by grazing turkeys and friendly wait staff.
Ingrid had gone the weekend before and borrowed a menu so we could study it and practice ordering our dishes in class. We bought liters of wine and passed around our plates of schnitzel and Kürbispfanne. Ryan’s gravy was the highlight.
I’m glad I didn’t dismiss the 10-15 year age difference with my classmates. Imagine if Ian would have back in 2003 (*shudder*). It’s been fun getting to know these 90s babies, and I’m going to miss them.
“All of them. Whenever I stop loving it, I get a new one.”
She teaches beginning German to university students, refugees, and prisoners. Between class sessions, she travels. She leaves on Saturday for a two-week hiking holiday in Greece.
Last night she took our class on a hiking/dining adventure to Ihringen. We took a train to the village and hiked on narrow paths through vineyards and waved at mountains in France. The views were spectacular. Our destination was the restaurant Martinshof-Schenke. We were greeted by grazing turkeys and friendly wait staff.
Ingrid had gone the weekend before and borrowed a menu so we could study it and practice ordering our dishes in class. We bought liters of wine and passed around our plates of schnitzel and Kürbispfanne. Ryan’s gravy was the highlight.
I’m glad I didn’t dismiss the 10-15 year age difference with my classmates. Imagine if Ian would have back in 2003 (*shudder*). It’s been fun getting to know these 90s babies, and I’m going to miss them.
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