Germans...

Boniface has some German friends in the form of a monk, a priest, and their respective relatives. No cute girls though  The priest is currently on assignment in Ghana, but decided to make his way to Agbang for the Jubilee. They showed up to dinner the other night, before Colin and I knew who they were and we were trying to guess where they were from. As soon as one of the said a word, we knew immediately, looked at each other and said, “Germans.” It turns out these Germans/Austrians also speak English and all looked at Colin and I. Oops. I tried to explain to them who we were and why we were so surprised that there were other white people sitting next to us, but the only thing that came out was French! It was really difficult to try and switch to a fluent English mindset and speak it to people who don’t understand French. I still haven’t been able to master it as I constantly find myself telling them things or passing on information in French. Oh well.

And this afternoon Colin saw a scorpion. He said it was one of the little ones, which if anyone has seen the newest Indian Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull they will know that the little ones pack a little more punch. And he told me that he saw the little critter right after I told him that my class was disrupted by the grade above mine yelling and running out of their classroom followed by a few of the kids beating the living daylights out of a snake. I will be hanging my shoes from now on and never walking alone in the bush again, or at least until my subconscious releases its hold on the idea of scorpions and snakes.