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Full transparency: This post is not, in fact, a story about how to say hello in Swiss German. It is, though, about language - and all of the frustrations, failures and victories that come with learning it.
OK, back to the meat of this post. I casually ordered an americano, said I wanted to pay with credit card, and watched as the barista began to pull the espresso shots, all the while silently cheering for myself. And you were so casual. She totally thought you were Swiss. Go, Alex, Go! And as I was standing there, mutely smiling as I was quickly trying to both translate and work out a response in my head, a couple awkward seconds went by and she switched to English.
Just like that, my small victory was gone. I can understand numbers well enough to decipher the platform announcements at the train station. I can order beers and a coffee. Armed with a dictionary, I can read the local newspaper. I know just enough German to know how different German and the Swiss German dialect really is.
Trust me, I am. THE point. The point when you can understand much more than you have the ability to speak. Welcome to phase two. This process has made me think about my three-year old nephew. He started speaking later in development than most toddlers, after he had turned two. And so, the way he chose to express himself was with temper tantrums. A whole lot of them. But then, he started talking.