This little story will not be news to those who have witnessed me getting a little to high on my high horse. My beloved stubby hubs hunk has been known to put me in my place with two seemingly innocuous words.
That’s right, I went to language camp at a local university…for fun…alone. There was no, ” this would be fun, we can room together.” It was just me myself and I and we only took up one bed in the college dorm room. “Camp” which was really school started at 8am. We would learn vocabulary first. Then we’d have lunch with the other cool kids who were doing things like sporting camps and cheering camps. We were encouraged to speak German all day. It was probably the lamest thing ever and I loved it. After lunch we would spend our free time walking the grounds of the campus speaking German loudly. Pretending we were actually from Germany. When I say we I mean there were two girls that were rooming across the hall from me walking together and I invited myself. Then finish the day back in our rooms doing homework for the next day. Alone I pretended it was a hotel room. It had a TV and I had cards for solitare.
So yeah, not cool. Total dork. But I’m a bilingual dork.