In Austria They Speak German

Dear Emma,

The two times I stepped out of the grocery store today, this morning and then this evening, I was warmer than when I went in. This could be on account of the shop being very well air conditioned, however, my first guess was that it was from the rush I got from being that guy who doesn’t speak a word of German, including “I’m sorry I don’t speak a word of German”, and embarrassing myself and kind of everyone within listening distance of the situation. The two times, and plenty of others, were short-lived, but noted my cultural failure with a sidewards glance.

Now I’m that jerk American for little bits each day. Shoot. I should probably go ahead and remedy that.

Glad you met my bro!

All the best,

Tim