Someone gave us directions to a christmas tree farm near Matthew's
school and the directions went something like this.... Near the elementary
school follow the footpath~ go by the cows ~ find a barn at the end of the footpath~
knock on the barn door ~ there you will find a man who speaks no english only
allamonish (who knows on the spelling sorry) which is the dialect of the area and is quite different than the German language (meanwhile our german skills are lacking to say the least).
Sooooo we get to the end of the path and there are 3 or 4 barns, maybe one is a home ???
You can see Matt going to knock on the door. Luckily a man came out of the woods when he heard some LOUD American family. Everyone here is quite and speaks only so the person nearby can hear. Unless of course you are at a 'fest' or its midnight on News Years Eve. Well I knew the word for tree in German, that with a lot of hand motions he pointed us to a wide path on a muddy hill. There seemed to be quite a strong aroma of 'cow' but thats what most of this area here smell like, so that was not a big deal until I until I realized the slippery hill we were heading up was not mud after all :)
Well, we picked a beautiful tree and the tree man was wonderfully kind and we slid down the hill without falling in it !!
Hahahaha!!!!!! Oh gosh, I can so picture your faces when you realized what you were climbing!
ReplyDeleteSorry, totally laughing at your expense here..