Meeting The Family

I did not intend on meeting one of my hosts half-naked. I came out of my room after mposting my blog wearing only the boxers I had slept in and called a "Guten Tag" downstairs to who I thought was Belen, but turned out to be Ramon. Ramon is Wilhelm and Belen's oldest sohn and 18. He came right up the stairs, stuck his hand out, and introduced himself. He then promoptly asked me how I was doing and gave me his sympathies for the long traveling before inviting me downstairs for breakfast. I told him "Ich brauche eine Dusche", which means, I need a shower, then went into the bathroom to take one. I then enjoyed a breakfast of german muesli as I talked with Belen and Ramon in Duestch. He is a nice guy, and speaks very good english. He had to go to school , then, after cleaning up, Belen and I went on a walk with their dog, Bella. I am practicing german quite a lot with her and am now starting to put words together in longer sentences than I previously could. My problem that my German is limited compared to my Spanish remains, so I still sometimes lapse into my lovely romance language. I am getting better though.

We got home just as it started to rain. It is humid here, the kind of humidity that sticks to one like oil and doesn't wash off in a shower.

Belen and I were putting up a cover on the window to prevent the sunlight from making upstairs completely unbearable when Stephan got home. He is their only other child and 15 years old.

He said hello and proceded to sit down at my laptop and explore its contents. He also looked my credit card and new phone. I just laughed. Stephan is a funny kid, he's cool. He is very intelligent, playful, and has a LOT of energy. I think that I might get him to go running with me one of these days, or get Belen to make him. He just threatened to wake me up in the morning with a quick shake followed by the flash of my own camera.

Tonight I am going to a wine festival put on by Italians in town. Ingolstadt, where I am staying, Has a sister town in Italy. Every year, the Italians come here with their wine and every year the germans go to Italy with beer. There Belen and I will meet with Wilhelm and Franz, the man whom I will be working for in the Audi supply plant. Maybe there will be girls there.