





I just got back from a whirlwind, amazing few days in Germany! What? I know, right? Here's how that happened. Less than a month ago, I was texting my host-mother from Germany, to wish her a happy birthday. Before you know it, she was inviting me and Brian to come over to surprise my host-father for his 80th birthday. I honestly didn't know how to reply. Of course that sounded incredible. But also a little crazy, considering the big day was less than three weeks away. I said Brian unfortunately was going to be traveling, but that I was available. Before I knew it, I was on the phone with cousin Claudia, and plans were in place. Only a couple people knew I was coming. My host-mom, who had the grand plan, Claudia, who speaks perfect English and really helped me out as a liaison. Later, Gudrun, my host-brother's wife, found out, since I would be staying at their house the first night. Stephan, my host-brother, was worried about keeping the secret, so he found out two days before, since he was the one who picked up up at the airport. So funny. We spent the morning and Stephan and Gudrun's house. My host-mom stopped by for a little bit to say hello, then she was off to get ready for the big party at Restaurant Hof Immenhorst. I was able to relax a little that afternoon, then Claudia and her husband picked Gudrun and I so we could head over to the party. I don't think anyone expected it. It was amazing. I love how happy we all look too. Me for sure. It was the first time in 15 years that I've visited my host-family. Way too long. My German was definitely rusty, but better than I thought I would be. Let's just say, I understood most, and could get by. It was a beautiful party, and a fantastic night. These people mean the world to me, and I hope it meant even half as much to the birthday boy as it did to me.