Sarah feet smell like Wild Boar

I have been so busy chattering away that I have hardly had any time to write. I guess that is a good sign that I am having the time of my life. We finally got to see the people I was most excited to see. It was the perfect break from being alone in random places. We no longer had to research and plan and figure out bus systems and the zillions of other things that have become second nature for us. In fact, we were escorted around in an automobile (quite a luxury for us), got treated to delicious local foods, and got to see much missed family and friends. A thousand thanks to all who welcomed the two of us stinky travelers. Because it is impossible to summarize the last week of visiting and sightseeing (and art viewing) into a blog, let me just say that it was AWESOME!!!

Towards the end of our visiting time I grew anxious to get back on a train, go somewhere and get lost and have an adventure. I wonder what being in Due West will be like when I can’t even stay at my host family’s house for 3.5 days without feeling claustrophobic.

Let me not forget to add that my host brother was quite jealous that I would talk to Sarah occasionally and decided he would try to get her to leave by being mean. Whenever no one was looking he would shoot the most evil looks possible for a cute four-year-old he stuck his tongue out and wrinkled his eyebrows. He also insisted that Sarah’s feet smell like wild boar and his imaginary friends were constantly scratching Sarah. As if her not being able to understand anything or communicate (I know you don’t believe me, but one evening Sarah didn’t even say 4 sentences) didn’t make the stay difficult enough. Aww, poor Sarah, but for real.