One just happens to be German, married to a native here in Switzerland, and we marvel over our differences that seem so oddly familiar!
Every fall we drive down to visit her and her family along the lakefront. We go to the pumpkin patch and buy pumpkins, we take pictures of the fabulous colors, we drink coffee and eat German dessert, and our husbands laugh at us speaking French together, our common tongue. Sometimes a German word will slip in and I'll nod. At other times a string of English.
And it is what it is ... a hodgepodge friendship in my little banged up pot.