It takes at least one conversation for me to adjust to another language:
After a smooth 12.5-13 hour ride from Rome to Florence, thru the rainy/foggy Austrian alps, to Munich, it was time to switch my brain to German mode. My first conversation (to find the cheapest way to get S-Bahn tickets for 4 ppl for 3 days) with the woman in the info. booth at the Hauptbahnhof went reasonably smooth. Only one hiccup. Answering a yes/no question, i nodded my head, "Si."
To confirm this "One-Conversation Theory" of mine:
Upon return to Italy (at 0:30 last night), my first italian encounter was on the bus this morning. I was standing near the middle doors of the bus. My stop was the next one. A man tapped me on the shoulder, "Scendi?" asking me if i was getting off. I turned around and nodded, "ja."
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