I’ve bitten the bullet.
Its time I learn German. I’ve spent the last four months awkwardly asking “Do you speak English?” every time I have to interact with anyone. It makes me feel guilty and lazy. I’ve moved to Switzerland with no German! What was I thinking?
Anyway, it really came to my attention last night. I stopped into the supermarket on the way home from work and headed straight for the veg section, the onions, garlic and cabbage section to be a little more precise. I got what I needed and nodded cordially to the little old lady (lol) who was hovering nearby.
I headed on to get some milk and bread and then returned past the veg section to the checkout. The little old lady was still hovering and she beckoned me over.
lol : German German German, hands me a bag, German, points with her finger.
me : I’m sorry, I don’t speak German?? (shrug and smile).
lol : Oh
She turned round and asked the girl next to her. It seems she wanted me to get the perfect cabbage that was out of reach on the shelf. I felt a little useless. So next week I start my intensive conversational German course. Two, one and a half hour classes for six weeks. By March I’ll be “sprachening” like the best of them.
I mean, how hard can it be?