We arrived in Germany 15 days ago. Stephen had booked a room at the airport hotel because he knew we’d be very tired after our flights and would just want to go to sleep as soon as we could. I had wheelchair service so a man with a wheelchair met the plane and I stepped out of the airplane door right into a wheelchair. We had checked my big walker all the way through so I expected to get that and use it to walk to the hotel. But as these things go, my walker had not arrived with us. Stephen had to file a lost and found report, which took quite awhile as the airport staff had to locate the walker first. The wheelchair attendant had to wheel me to the hotel, instead of just to the baggage claim. This was not his usual job and he was pretty annoyed about it. Tell me about it buddy! Sheesh! You think you’re put out that you have to push me further than you wanted to. I have lost my independence and have to rely on others to get me from place to place! He stopped the wheelchair outside the hotel and Stephen had to ask him to wheel me inside to a chair. I have a walker for a reason!! Believe me, if I could walk without assistance, I’d happily do so!!!
We are now in a different hotel. This one Stephen booked for a month. It’s an apartment-hotel and the room keys have printed on them the text “your other address”. We received a welcome gift of assorted goodies accompanied by a handwritten card from the manager with “Welcome home” on the front flap.
So it’s a hybrid experience. We have cleaning service once a week when they replace the linens and the room is equipped with a limited supply of kitchen tools in addition to some appliances.
The 3rd day we were here, I went downstairs to the hotel cafe. We had had the buffet breakfast on the 1st day, as a complimentary gift. With breakfast, I had a pretty good coffee from the machine and I thought I might just get another coffee like that while I waited for the cleaners to finish in our room. But as it turned out, ordering a latte was quite the discombobulating experience.
My sleep schedule was still way off from jet lag and I had only just awakened from a nap when we left the room. Though we were told staying was okay, we opted to leave to give the cleaners space to work and went downstairs to the café. I wanted a nice hot latte so I went to the bar and asked, “Can I order a latte?” I wasn’t sure if they even served anything after the breakfast buffet. His response to me was something I couldn’t understand so I said, “mit milch” which means “with milk” he then said something I did understand and my reply was yes but I instead of using either German or English I said, “sí”.
What?!?
I’ve studied so many languages the language center in my brain is swimming in all kinds of words and sometimes it’s hard to bring to mind the specific word I want to use. So I made a kind of short humming sound and then corrected myself “Ja!” ~ yes in German. The waiter laughed and then said to me, “Yo hablo español un poco.” I just smiled and nodded because my reply was, “same” but I wanted to say it in Spanish and couldn’t bring the words to mind fast enough. 🙃
I realized after I sat down to wait for my coffee that I forgot to say “kaffee” and I was worried that I was just going to get a glass of milk. But I heard the beans grinding and the steamer wand hissing so I was relieved. Then he brought the latte to my table and it was in a glass that didn’t feel hot in my hand like I expected it might. It was lukewarm. And really really weak. I seriously considered trying to ask the woman who was cleaning the tables to at least put another shot of espresso in it, but I didn’t have confidence that I would be able to successfully communicate that. And it could easily have become a hairy mess. So I drank the nearly undrinkable “latte” because there was nothing else to do, really. It also stung a bit when I had to pay 4.50 euros for it too. We’ve already had some delicious lattes from coffee shops near the hotel and paid 3.90 Euros. Superior coffee for less. 😏
Also, when the waiter brought the coffee he asked, “Sugar?” I paused to find the word and then replied, “Nein, danke.” ~ “no, thank you” He then in turn paused because he was expecting English. But then said, “Welcome.” Yikes. I’m trying to practice my German but he’s just expecting me to communicate.
Some people are able to switch languages faster. And also use two languages at once. For example, I was looking in the window display at this shop selling these adorable tiny rolling pins and stamps for cookie dough. The window was full of all different designs and I was marveling at them. A woman came up beside me and made some comments in German. I gathered that she was actually talking to me so I said, “Tut mir leid” which means “sorry” in German, “Englisch?” She smiled and just immediately started speaking in English. “I was just saying that these would be great for a special dinner, perhaps.” We proceeded to have a little conversation about how fun they were and the different ways we could think of using them. Then she said, “Have a good day!”
There’s quite a lot of English here. Many people we’ve encountered are quite fluent. The repair man for the hotel who came to help me with the dryer spoke to me in fluent English and seemed to understand what I said to him in English. Of course there were moments of hesitation to find the right word to respond to one of my comments or questions but his expressions confirmed he understood my humor at my own ignorance about both the German language and the machine itself. It turned out the dryer was working fine, I just didn’t know how to use it.
Which makes me think of The Martian starring Matt Damon. This morning I had this quote from Mark Watney running through my mind~ “You just begin. You do the math. You solve one problem. Then you solve the next problem. And then the next. You solve enough problems, then you get to come home.” Living in a foreign country, is a little bit like going to Mars.
Not quite as dangerous. 😜🙃🤣
And we aren’t trying to go home, we’re trying to problem-solve enough to be able to stay.
We thought Europe would be “easy”. Turns out things are not as “easy” as we thought they might be.
But that’s for the next post. 😉