This is the most appropriate image from my first night at our house. Bags dumped on the floor of my room.

Schyler and his friend Lydia picked us up at the airport in the van (and they had a parking ticket from waiting for us). I slept on the drive from Zurich to the house. The highways around the house are tiny. Barely wider than one lane in America, which is ok, because most of the cars are tiny too. Franz and Emmi and super nice, but speak practically no English. Lots of pointing and smiling. Franz gave us a tour of the house, which is super cool and covered in wood paneling and quite a few stories tall. We had pizza for dinner with Lydia and Schyler doing most of the talking. We went to bed soon after dinner. Liesl showed me the amazing windows that opened both ways and then everyone went to sleep. The Woomert boys slept in one room, the Woomert girls in another and me by myself in the last bedroom.

I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of goat bells out in the field.