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I have the tendency to slack off for a few days. I'm working on it. In Berlin until probably tomorrow or so, then back to London. Craig has served as the German translator for Miranda and I, which is nice. He's fired when he starts charging by the hour, and I'll revert to my dictionary of commonly used German phrases. We went to a streetcorner konditorei last night, which made me feel ashamed of my cooking skills (or honestly lack thereof) again. With these cooking lessons in process and promised (I have plans to make the instructor sign a contract until I actually start showing some progress), I could be a konditorei chef in my lifetime, I figure.
I know some German, but I'm not fluent. I like to watch people converse in languages I'm not fluent in and try to imagine what they're saying. Body language says anything. I wonder if it's just me, or if that's a normal habit.
I want to take Miranda to a gaststätte before we leave, minus our translator.
I know some German, but I'm not fluent. I like to watch people converse in languages I'm not fluent in and try to imagine what they're saying. Body language says anything. I wonder if it's just me, or if that's a normal habit.
I want to take Miranda to a gaststätte before we leave, minus our translator.