My House in Schiltigheim

There is so much to tell about my life here in Schiltigheim (even after just three days) that I will split the news into parts.
My house is one of the numerous colorful buildings in the area. It is yellow, the one next to it is pink, and so on. They look like the colorful macaroons which are so popular here.
I usually enter through the side gate, because that is where I park my bike. A few fruit trees shade the area and also provide the filling for delicious pies. A small garage houses the numerous bicycles which are the main form of transportation. The children's bedrooms are on the ground floor and I have been given the room that used to belong to Charlotte, the oldest. I sleep on a bunk bed over a couch, and in the morning I raise the blinds and open the french windows over the street.

This is the view from my window to the left.

The second floor, which would be considered the first in France, has the main living areas, and the next floor is mainly used by the parents. There is also a celler where some food is kept and my host brother Xavier practices his music.

This is the view from my window to the right.

As a note, it amazes me how quickly my English skills have deteriorated since I got here. It surprised me how difficult it was to use correct grammar when writing this. Thank goodness I took the SAT before I left. I only hope my French is improving in proportion with with my loss of English.