Elisa has had a busy week. (I haven’t done anything at all). Elisa just had her first Sunday as the primary chorister in the ward–speaking German. She’s doing really good because all the other leaders are glad to have her in there. Her second German class just started. It makes me tired just thinking about all the studying she does.

Our new place feels like home. It doesn’t smell raunchy like it did just before we left on our honeymoon. I guess it was cleaning up the meat-soaked wood under the sink that did the trick. That’s so gross. It’s 80 degrees here and we’re eating on our patio. The fields next to our house are blossoming with some yellow flowers. Anyone that thinks that sounds good is welcome to visit. We just walked downtown and saw a 40-foot tall pyre with a snowman on top. It’s going to be burned tonight for the Sechseläuten festival, to welcome Spring.  Everyone is walking around with big beautiful bunches of flowers.