It was zero degrees outside this morning on my way to class. Okay, 32 degrees Fahrenheit, but it is COLD!
When we got home our grandma had built a small coal fire in a little metal pit inside(!) the house to warm it up. (Don’t worry TOO much, she has brick floors)
My host grandmother lives right next door to our house; therefore I spend a lot of time with her. She constantly makes me laugh, and often times she just looks at me with a giant smile, which makes me laugh even more. Yesterday after dinner we were talking about the best age to learn a new language, to which she replied, “Why would I learn your language? I’m headed straight to the cemetery.”