eodmatt wrote:And along the way I always managed to pick up a smattering of the language of whatever country I happened to be working in at the time.
But there came a time in 2011 when I was working in Laos, I became ill with stress, very ill in fact. And one day at a meeting where the spoken language was German, I realised that I couldn't understand a word of what was being said. It was all just noise. That night I packed up and went to Vientiane, caught a flight to BKK and thence to London.
My German speaking ability has come back, but its still patchy.
After almost three weeks here on several Greek Islands, I'm comfortable with daily greetings (good morning; good afternoon; goodnight; thank you; we really appreciate your help; may I have extra tomatoes, please?, etc.). No one has corrected my pronunciation, so either they're very kind people or I'm not doing too badly.
Today, I've learned to say, "You're so cute. I absolutely would adopt you as my grandson." That was the second compliment to the handsome young bartender where we're staying. The first compliment I gave him yesterday was, "I love your hair!"). All afternoon long today, he supplied us (spouse and me) with endless munchies on the house, so I assumed he understood and appreciated my garble. (He did blush once or twice.)
We've also got free Greek coffee twice, free raki (anise flavoured alcohol drink) once, and free Mythos beer twice. Whatever we've been doing must have impressed the locals enough for the good treatment they gave us.
I'll miss this country when we leave at the end of the month. This is our 3rd time here but the first time I'm feeling at home in these tiny villages.