German classes start again on Monday. If one needed a visual of what this process is like for me, just imagine yourself slamming your head into a concrete wall repeatedly. It doesn’t help that some dork named mark signed up to learn more about complexity theory and ways to handle massive data structure loads at the same time.
I have hope that since I didn’t learn German on the first hammer strike of the chisel on the marble block that something will register soon, before my head cracks open.
The photo I am posting today is a cute play on “guten tag.” In German, it is means good day. Of course there is also Morgan, tschuss, greuzi, abend and a long list of other words to describe the time of the day or way to say hello of goodbye.
Kuh is how you spell “Cow”
When I saw a group of farmers wearing these cute play on words the day they did the, “trotting of the cows.” I smiled and in my best bad German asked, “Can I take a photo?”
“Kuhten Tag” – I guess you are supposed to put crème in your coffee, or better yet, make some crème brule!
Pray for me. They say it will take about a year to speak some, then four years to speak well. I might be on the 12-year plan?