Regards, die Bundesrepublik Deutschlands

Like always, far too much to say and no time to say it. Today's scrap is something that I have been thinking about the last few nights when I've been lying in bed waiting for sleep:

Though I am still speaking a lot of English (with the other Americans), my mind is getting to a strange place. When I am speaking English with say, Jacky, I will just stop and there will be a hole in my thought process that I just can't fill. The best way I can describe this phenomenon is that German is starting to crowd into my brain (limited standing room) and pushing out some of the existing English. This may seem like a good thing, but the result is a girl who can't speak any language.

This might be a problem.

And completely unrelated: Jacky and I have realized that although most people here have at least some grasp of the English language, if we talk to one another reallyreallyreallyfastthenpeoplecan'treallyunderstandwhatwearesaying. Its sort of mean, but we had to find a way to regain some feeling of control over our Communicative Selves. Change your language, Change yourself... or something.

And I really really love the accent that Germans have when they speak English. The only English-spoken-by-Germans I'd heard previous to this summer were washed out intimidations, and though the real thing is maybe not that far off, its so much better in person. Though... I don't hear them speaking English all that often. The other day a German friend of mine was having to break something really complicated down to me in English because I just was not understanding, but he got fed up and ended up rattling it off in speedy German. Nice to know it goes the other way, too!