Is it Friday already? Time flies when you’re spending nearly every waking moment in the grocery store. I miss Target. And Costco. Without American sized fridge/freezers and no bulk buying abilities, frequent trips to the grocery are the only option. That takes time, not to mention the time required to figure out the ingredients on the packages. At this point I’m shopping like a two year old, if the picture on the front looks pretty, then it goes in the cart.
The language barrier is a funny thing and peculiar, I think, to Switzerland. There are four official languages here, none of them being English. This means that nearly everything (and I do mean everything) is translated into the big three: German, French and Italian. My high school French has come in handy a few times as I will recognize a word here or there, but overall the letters start to swim on the page after a few minutes of hard staring.
The kids tell me that one of the first questions they are asked when meeting new classmates, is how many languages they speak. In our international school it is not uncommon to meet children who speak four and five languages. I’m trying not to develop an inferiority complex. I wonder, does it count if I can use a passable fake British accent? Probably not.