Bad American

I am now in week six, I believe, of my Deutschkurs (which I probably just misspelled). Even though my teachers are awesome, my brain does not seem to retain a whole lot of information which means I can say little aside from "Das ist mein Kuchen!" (and you better believe that a statement about cake necessitates exclamatory punctuation).

Okay, so I'm exaggerating. I have actually learned quite a bit in a short amount of time. In fact, this afternoon when I sat down to make a salon appointment, I realized that my vocabulary at this point would allow me to just possibly make this request in (gasp!) German. I wrote down a few words as guidance and then boldly punched the numbers into my phone. But as soon as I heard "Guten Tag" on the other end of the line, I crumbled.

"Hallo!" I chirped cheerfully. "Sprechen Sie englisch?"

And of course, she did. This is Berlin.

Bad, bad American.