Our New Friend


 We made a decision to invite a German Exchange Student to live with us. We have a spare bedroom with a private bathroom, and we thought an exchange student from Europe would help our boys understand history and geography. Jannis arrived on December 28 and will attend school with Jack at Brea High. Patrick likes having another big brother.

We are one week into this new experience, and it is going much better than expected. I think my German is beginning to improve if only slightly.

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