First, we went to Düsseldorf, where I bought a classic children’s book with a bunny named Felix for my sister (who takes German) at a store where everyone was doing last-minute Christmas shopping, and then we went to a fisch haus (i.e. restaurant) where I saw a fish knife for the first time in my life. Until Hannah explained to me its purpose, I thought it was one of those peanut butter spreader things. And even after she told me what it was, I still had no idea how to use it properly. Then we wandered down some famous shopping street, and came back to Hannah’s for a dinner party. But first, the sunset!
A bunch of Hannah’s cousins came over, and I’m told they probably understood everything I said but just didn’t want to let on that they could speak English because they were self-conscious about their language ability. I thought that was kind of sad. I mean, you can hardly improve your foreign language skills without making a fool of yourself, and I’m sure their English was better than they thought.