I woke up at 7:45 this morning; painfully early for me and I hadn't slept too well; to get ready to go to a German lesson before work.
It was really cold, my breakfast was cold, I couldn't make tea because a friend was asleep in the living room slash kitchen, so I had a glass of cold water. I sat in bed began to think of excuses not to go, but what little dedication I have pulled me through.
I put on my coat and cycled to the café where we meet for the lesson. I was the first there. I put my belongings down and went to order a drink to warm up where the employee greeted me with an almost-smile. Now was my first chance of the day to use the skills I was patiently working towards. "Ich hätte gern einen Americano bitte" I said in my best German.
"Want anything else with that?" he replied. Sometimes I don't know why I bother.
