...finally a beautiful day

Finally we're having a nice day...well, fingers crossed we are. Yesterday Dennis and I went to visit his Grandmother to bring her a wedding invitation. I feel so dumb. Dennis pointed out that I had written the wrong number on the invite reponse insert. It's correct on the card though. I'm hoping that it won't make a difference...bah, we can just call them!

It was quite good, our visit. I was able to understand more Swedish. Dennis' grandmother doesn't really speak English. She understands for the most part. So most of the time it's a matter of if I can't say it in Swedish, I say it in English. This does work a lot better than the first time I went to visit her by myself. We had to devise a recipe for her Vetebullar and I couldn't speak Swedish, and neither she English. So it involved a lot of hand actions! There's something rewarding about finally being able to understand what people are saying. I mean, I don't understand all, that will come in time. But it's almost like a lightbulb goes on and a whole new world has opened up to you.