In the village that we live here in Germany there are several ethnic restaurants that you can enjoy once you’ve had your fill of sausages, schnitzel and spaetzle (which might just be impossible by the way). One of our favorites around the corner is a small, 8 table, “Mom & Pop” Chinese restaurant called “Panda.”
I was standing in line the other day waiting to place a takeout order and I couldn’t help but hear some of the conversations that filled this small space. The kitchen was bustling with orders and reply’s in Chinese (Mandarin, I believe). A couple at table one must have been on holidays from what Italian I managed to pick up. There was a table of Americans who were discussing the day’s results at the Olympics, and there was the young, German gentleman in line ahead of me who placed his order in his local Bavarian dialect. The response from the Chinese woman behind the counter was in perfect German as well. When it was my turn to order I think that I must have been caught up in a “language moment” because I proceeded to place my order in (my best) German which of course was repeated with much better annunciation by the nice woman behind counter. And then something unexpected happened…she started laughing.
Between deep breaths she said, “You American, speak’n German to me in Chinese restaurant…me Chinese…you funny. Ha! Ha! Ha!”
I’m glad that I could provide her with a little entertainment in the middle of her busy day…
What I’ve found in the last couple months is that if you at least try to speak the local language, most “locals” will go out of their way to “help” you. Though, I’ve also been counseled that when I’m in rural areas of Germany where folks are not used to seeing many Americans, I should begin my conversations in English and then quickly transition to German so that the locals don’t think that I am “retarded.” Probably good advice…
We’ve also found that more than 50% of the folks we’ve met in this area do speak at least some English and most are more than happy to try “their English” while you try out “your German.” Many local folk are interested and surprised when we tell them about the many different places we’ve lived in the States. This usually generates conversation about friends they have in the U.S. or perhaps even places that they’ve been on their visit(s) to America. We’ve met some very nice “locals” over here and one thing we’ve heard from many of our American friends is that when you befriend a German, you’re often making a friend for life. They’ve been in touch with old German neighbors for 20 years or more since they moving back to the states.
Ordering food in the local language, whether it’s bread at the neighborhood backerei, meat at the local metzgerei, or chicken fried rice and a couple egg rolls at your closest Chinese restaurant, is pretty easy with a little study. Or you can just listen to and mimic the person in line ahead of you and see what happens. You never know when you might make someone’s day…
Time for me to spend a little more time on Rosetta Stone…and I might just need to brush up a little on some Mandarin Chinese…