I feel somewhat out of the blogging loop since I have only posted twice in the past week. Traveling for the holidays, spending time with family, and celebrating took up a lot of time! I am happy to say that we made it back to Germany without any kinks! Our first flight was a bit delayed which made our connection really tight (as in we ran from the shuttle and got straight in line because the flight was already boarding), but we made it and everything else was smooth sailing. Our flight to Frankfurt took off around 10 pm and I swear I was already asleep by that point. I did wake up to eat, but I pretty much slept the entire flight which I consider a great success when I pull that off.
Compared to our travels home, this journey was easy peazy lemon squeezy!
Some friends of ours stayed at our apartment in Germany for a few nights while we were gone and we came home to a bundle of treats that they left for us--chocolate, tea, Lebkuchen (German gingerbread), and a nice big beer stein. What a sweet gesture!
Ok, on to the story about hubs. My husband and I ventured to the mall the day after Christmas because we had a few more things to get and a return to make. While I was in line making a transaction, I heard the store employee at the register across from the one I was at asking her co-worker if they had any employees that speak spanish because there was a male customer who needed help and did not speak English. Now, given that I have been living in a country whose language I cannot yet speak, I am very sensitive to what it feels like to not be able to communicate. So when these cashiers were looking for a spanish speaker, I happily volunteered myself and my husband to help out. Since I had to wait for my transaction and provide information, my husband went over to the other side of the counter and asked the man what he needed help with. He patiently listened to his story in spanish and then relayed the information to the cashier in English. The man was able to submit the bill he needed to pay and was very thankful for my husband's help.
I was so proud!
For anyone who thinks that people should refrain from speaking other languages in the US because it's America and English is the official language, I just want to say that it felt really good to help someone out and it was being bilingual that allowed us that privilege of helping. The more languages you speak, the more people you can communicate with and I believe that to be a good thing.