First week of class
New Dutch class! Gone is the pint-sized Armenian in tall shiny leather boots, the crazy-eyed Romanian advising me to try killing pigs for a living, and the teacher yelling at us for making… Continue reading
New Dutch class! Gone is the pint-sized Armenian in tall shiny leather boots, the crazy-eyed Romanian advising me to try killing pigs for a living, and the teacher yelling at us for making… Continue reading
I think I’ll give Dutch a try tonight… Vanavond wil ik in het Nederlands schrijven. Ik ben zeker dat ik veel fouten ga maken, maar dat is hopelijk geen probleem voor jullie. Maar… Continue reading
It’s not really raining in my part of Belgium tonight. Just that pittering of tiny drops on your face. Cricket morse code, beginning tap dance class for lovable spiders, limited engagement precipitation which… Continue reading
