My first time driving in Germany...was in a sleek little Porsche! Photo (cc) oliverlindner
A lot of my blog readers and people I meet ask me how it happened that I decided to move to Germany. Well, the short answer is that I got a job au pairing in Frankfurt. But the long answer I’m addressing in a serial. This is part seven. You can read one segment each Friday on Click Clack Gorilla about how I decided to move to Germany and become an au pair, or catch up on the segments already published here.
“We’d like to see you in the office.”
This is a preview of Au Pair Chronicles: A Porsche on the Autobahn.
„Nikki!“ Janet called up the stairs. “I’d like to speak to you in my office.”
I had been living in Germany for a few weeks now, in an enormous house in the Frankfurt Nordend. Au pairing had been going well so far, but “I’d like to see you in my office” sounds dubious no matter the language. I walked down the stairs, wracking my brain for what I could have done wrong, paranoia filling my stomach.
In the office sat Mr. Jens, the children’s father, and Janet sat behind her desk. I looked frantically from face to face.
“Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble,” Mr. Jens said. “I just figured it’s about time to go driving.”
This is a preview of Driving for the first time in Germany – in a Porsche.