Being spoken to in so much Swiss German, I begin to stumble trying to speak the Standard. I keep doubting my own paltry pronunciations, declensions, and vocab choices as what I am saying isn't being mirrored in what I hear spoken both to and around me. 'Viel mal' or 'viele male'? I can't remember. My 'Wiedersehen' is met with an 'Ade' or a 'Wiederlahaaha', or that's what it sort of sounds like to my untrained ear. I don't feel confident responding in kind as I can't quite recognise the word.
The only good thing that I have going for me auf Deutsch is that I'm just as persistent (read: annoying) in German as I am in English. I'll pester retail workers with inane questions (in a friendly way) and try for the odd cheap laugh with lame jokes. My personality, for better or worse, shines through.
Case in point: I dropped into a cafe/sushi bar for a morning coffee and gipfeli (read: croissant) in the Altstadt of Zurich. Afterward, I used the loo. The loo was just beyond the sushi bar portion of the resto, and, even though it wasn't yet noon, there was a dude behind the counter already fashioning fish onto rice and setting out the finished product on little plastic trays. I had to ask him how popular sushi was with the locals. Based on both how he looked and the extent of his German I could tell that he was just as foreign as I was. He didn't get my question because, well, it didn't seem to make sense as here was a fairly decent-looking sushi joint in the middle of town, so, yeah, sushi-eating was popular enough to keep it afloat. Mind you, though, this place also doubled as a pastry and coffee joint that additionally sold continental cuisine, so how popular was the sushi selection really? Anyway, I was told that this resto was the 'best sushi place' in town and that I should stay and eat some. Yeah, I wasn't really ready for 'elevensies' already, so I had to pass.
|Jede Menge Gipfeli!|