I traded my little rickety single bed in Santander, off of which my feet sadly hung for 6 months, for a fluffy large bed in a the south of Germany, Garmisch to be specific. I arrived in this new and spectacular country after 2 days of last minute finals, packing and goodbye's in Santander, a 6 hour bus ride in the middle of the night, a six hour layover in the Madrid airport, a two hour flight and an hour long car ride. Tired out of my mind I attempted to absorb all the information I was being bombarded with by my new family and home. I will be taking care of Emily and Oliver, five and one, all summer, living in the house of Chris and Jaquelin, a professional golfer and stay at home mom. I absorbed that Chris is just as cool as I thought, or better. He is from England not Ireland. The views are gorgeous from their large house, which has an elevator. Whenever it is nice enough, my job will consist of playing with Emily and Oliver at the lake, 1 minute from their house, a local spot where old and young enjoy picturesque mountain views and ice cream at the cafe. I feel like a princess in my apartment, which although attached to the house, has its own entry way and shuts off all sound from the rest of the house. My bedroom is the master with a private bathroom, but I also have two other rooms a bathroom, a small kitchen, and a living room with a large TV, and my own phone and internet. Emily and Oliver fluently understand English, but only speak German, Emily has already taught me some...seems perfect to me, seeing as how I have the vocabulary of a three year old. We may spend 3-4 weeks in Nice, France on holiday, but I shouldn't worry, they will give me time off later to "make it up to me" since I will be "working" harder then. Deliriously tired, and in a sort of shock at saying goodbye to my friends, life and language skills in Spain and hello to a seemingly fantastical world, they fed me a large bavarian beer and sent me to my comfy bed.
Woke up, wondering where I was and worried that I had dreamt the previous day. How could it be that I landed myself in a small mountain german town with the most friendly people in the most comfortable living quarters and the prospect of learning German and traveling to places like Nice? Tentatively I walk upstairs to see if it was real or if someone will pinch me soon....
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