Lost in Translation

So as of this morning we bid *Auf Wiedershern to the Germans. They have vacated the farm, off to the slightly less-green pastures of the city. It was a fun week, full of bonfires, tractor riding, bushwalking and jellybeans, but must say it will be kind of nice to have the house back to normal. I got a little bit lost in translation there for a while, so to be able to understand what is going on in a conversation without copius amounts of hand gestures and primitive style grunting noises will be great. 

We unfortunately didn’t manage to cross any of the items off of my list (Germans are smarter than I thought) but I did find out some interesting facts during their stay:

#1 They don’t have marshmallows in Germany (WTF!?)

Luckily this allowed for the introduction of an amazing tradition: toasting marshmallows over a bonfire. One of the Germans was like a kid in a candy store, he has decided to take them back home, market them and become a millionaire – the other one thinks they taste terrible. "Worse dan ze Vegemite."

#2 Diabetics who are bad enough to require an insulin pump attached to them 24//7 get to eat pretty much anything they want to because the pump just corrects all their insulin levels for them via a blue tooth thingy and a little computer. How cool is that?

#3 Diabetics also know more about Jelly Beans than the average person and keep a stash of pretty damn good ones. I had never had ‘Jelly Belly’s’ before. OMG!!!  Best. Jellybeans. Ever. I have eaten 3 packs in 3 days and could quite likely do a blogpost dedicated entirely to them (did you here that Jelly Belly PR people? Will blog for jelly belly's)

#4 My husband appears to find it easier to speak German than English once he is back around his native language for a while. He keeps talking to me and asking me things in gobbledee-gook then wonders why he is met with a blank stare and a raised eyebrow.

#4 Germans are tolerant. They put up with my awful cooking without complaining for 5 whole nights then they offered to cook for us last night as a thankyou. They made this fancy meatloaf type thing with fancy potato’s and vegetables and for desert they made this divine mouth watering chocolate mousse.  

It turns out one of them was the son of a chef and loves to cook. How embarrassing.

Have you had international visitors stay with you before? How did you communicate? How awesome are Jelly Bellys? Did you know they have a butter popcorn flavour that tastes like butter popcorn!?

*I have no idea how to spell that word but it means goodbye, which I think you had all figured out anyway.