The oldest of my house sisters is a teacher in the German school here. She teaches an English class and asked Ali and I to come in one day to answer some questions the students have about America. So Tuesday morning we went in. These kids know at this point at least 2 languages, and they are working on a third. They asked us if we knew any Romanian. We sort of just stood there thinking in our heads, we can tell you what is in the kitchen, words like cupboard and spoon, but even knowing the words we still butcher the pronunciation. We know some numbers, but obviously not that well since on Saturday when we went to a little village and were shopping, I thought a woman was telling me that something cost 12 lei, when in actuality she was telling me it cost 100 lei. Needless to say, I did not buy that particular product. Last night Ali dragged me to the neighbor's house because she has this dream of milking a cow. We didn't get to milk the cow, but we got to watch the process and then we drank milk right after it came out of the cow. It didn't taste nearly as disgusting as I thought it would.