A Simple Sunday

Over the last couple of days has been our preparation for the changes that are going to be coming up. Elise and I are supposed to be moving out on May 10 so we have been searching for an apartment, we did though message our land lord and asked of the possibility of extending our stay since we did see an advertisement up for him renting out the apartment for June onwards. He has not yet gotten back to us which worries us a bit. If we don't end up extending it won't be the worst thing since we were discussing the idea of finding a cheaper place. I officially started my job yesterday and will be working Tuesday-Saturday five hours per day. Even though it was a Sunday it was more a "bond with the family time" rather than actually working. I thought finding my way on my own would be no problem since Elise and I did it once before without any worries but this time it was different. The bus all have their numbers but the bus I take has three different routes under the same number and confuses me and not to mention that I am very DSL and the bus drivers do not speak a word of English. I tried to ask one of the buses drivers but it didn't get me very far. I must have been looking confused and upset because, a guy came over and tried to help me. He talked to a couple bus drivers and finally we found a bus going in my direction. He told me he would take the same bus and see that I don't get lost. Luckily his bus pass was good for two people so I didn't have to pay. I was worried that I was going to be late because of the bus confusion but luckily I arrived at my stop in more than plenty of time to get their on time unfortunately I took a wrong turn on my way there so I ended up being about 10 minutes late. The family had prepared a lovely set up of tea and cake on their back yard patio. After a lovely snack in the sun, we headed over to the park. The children we not yet comfortable with me so they weren't that enthusiastic to play with the non German speaking girl who keeps watching them but a few hours later despite our language differences I was their new friend. I didn't get back my side of Dusseldorf until about 9:45 where Elise happily met me at the S-bahn station. In my absence she cleaned our apartment spotless, washed and folded our laundry and studied up on her German; since I did not notice that Elise had changed the table cloth. I was awarded title of "ungrateful husband who comes home from work and doesn't take time to notice the little pleasant changes".