That’s right, folks, I’m back in my grueling routine of 4 hours of intense German classes every day. It’s my fault, really, for having taken so many breaks and then lackadaisically hopping back into the German routine pretending like it would be easy to catch up after months of not practicing. Weird that learning a foreign language isn’t like riding a bike. I mean, I didn’t ride a bike for 10 years and it was no problem to hop back on one in Copenhagen. So, German, why don’t you make sense to me???? I think my husband summed it up best when he posted this on my Facebook wall:
