If you entered our house right now, you’d wonder what country you were in. There is a non-stop mix of Swedish, French, and English in the air (and the occasional, “Oops, that’s Spanish, not French!”). Our (adult) Swedish friends speak English. And their oldest daughter, who is 11, has been learning English so can carry on a conversation in elementary English fairly well. All three of their children speak French (as well as Swedish, of course). All but our youngest son can carry on a decent conversation in French, although he speaks as if he is fluent. He likes to French-isize English words. It’s quite funny! And I keep bringing Spanish words into the French conversations. So it will be interesting to see the interactions when we go down to the farm in Florida tomorrow where no one speaks anything but (southern) English. After translating back and forth, my head should be spinning by the end of each day!
After they arrived yesterday, we did our best to keep them awake (their time zone is 6 hours ahead). I took them to Wal-Mart after dinner. The kids decided they wanted to see the costumes and each found one they liked. And I wanted to get just a few grocery items to sustain us today and of course candy for tonight’s ghouls and goblins. Our refrigerator looks so empty everytime I open it. But we are leaving tomorrow for a week, and I don’t want to leave anything to go bad. Not something I want to deal with when we get back.
I’m off to finish a Red Riding Hood costume and make sure everyone else has all their parts and pieces for tonight.