As I came to the end of my time as an Au Pair, I wrote a little letter to my successor with all my wisdom. I’m posting it here in the hopes that it can also be useful to anyone else who is considering becoming an Au Pair.
I’m starting to get the impression that I can’t have a proper holiday anymore without putting my life in the hands of at least one stranger. Italy was no different.
Helicopters, holidays to Mars, chainsaws, and puppies: learning a language is only as fun as you make it…
Between the affordable wontons, the secret bars, and the art gallery bunker, I’m surprised you’re not busy online now, booking your flights.
German is a brilliant language. And I will defend that to the grave.
It’s an intense, but rewarding experience as an Au Pair. I wouldn’t want to sugar coat it because it is tough; no one has ever said that looking after kids was easy, but you do it for those special moments when you feel privileged to be able to watch them grow up and to have had a hand, however small, in that development.
Back in November I wrote a blog post from the point of view of my, at the time, seven month old second cousin. Now, in Austria and Germany, we’re sharing our holiday with some long time family friends. Their seven year old daughter is my adopted sister, my partner in crime and my BBFF (best best friend forever).
I’m a history student so I’ve seen my fair share of castles and palaces and they all have their individual charms and unfortunate flaws. I’m also an avid watcher of Homes under the Hammer and Grand Designs which basically makes me a professional architect, project manager, builder and interior designer. So when I came to Herrenchiemsee, I was able to look at the building with my critical historian/design protege eye and had a few helpful notes.
Originally posted on When Do I Get The Manual?:
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