Today, my host mother and I ran some more errands by bicycle before meeting her friend. The three of us then went up into the mountains (we are in the valley) to pick blueberries! At first, there was some confusion, as the German word for blueberry is Schwarzbeere - Schwarz meaning black. It was difficult to find them; they are spread out over a large area and close to the ground, unlike the cultivated bushes of the US. The result was purple fingers - which will, I am told, be cured by lemon juice. While up in the mountains, we also picked mushrooms, which are in season here (almost as a sport) and have many enthusiastic participants. There are so many different varieties, but my host mother seems to know every one! Gardening, by the way, is also part of the way of life - everyone has one and uses it regularly.
I will not say too much about my host family, but they are the most sweet and helpful people! My host sister will be turning 15 soon, my father works in Salzburg, and my mother is a very good cook. All speak French fluently and very good English, in addition to German.