My summer extra-intensive Swedish class began this morning at 8:30.
Just after the second break, the Chinese woman sitting next to me, Y., said to me that she assumed I lived with a Swedish girlfriend or wife. I told her, no, I live with a Swedish husband.
She was rather taken aback by this. After a brief look of astonishment and silence, she asked me why.
An odd question. I didn't really know how to answer, especially not in Swedish. I sputtered a bit. I suppose I should have said it was because I was in love. Instead, I launched into the story of how I met the husband. Y. recovered her aplomb, and politely asked a few questions. Me, I was a bit red in the face. I desperately wanted to act naturally and matter-of-factly, but I'd slipped a little on my statement and it took a little while to completely regain my composure.
I hate when I turn these things into a big deal, because it wasn't a big deal.
For Wednesday, we have to write an essay on why we are taking the class.
The Swedish word for the day is därför. It means because.
- by Francis S.