You’re speaking to me but I don’t know what that means!!

So today I had my first language issue, and no I don’t mean cussing language!  After I finally made it to the airport and met up with the girls, we walked aroung the city square with Dr.McGahan for a bit before we headed back to the dorm. While we were trying to buy our tram tickets this lady walked up to us and said something in Polish. None of us understood her so we asked if she spoke English and she just repeated what she had said and added “time” to the end of it.  We looked at her still confused and she walked off.  We discussed what we think she might have been trying to tell us and we think it was something to do with the time for the tram.  After that we got on the tram and decided to go to the store across the street to get stuff for breakfast in the morning. I don’t know about y’all but I had never shopped at a store where I couldn’t read what I was looking at!!! Luckily I found some bread that looked like sandwich bread, some meat that I hope is something like sliced meat back home. There was only 1 type of cheese that I coul read and that was Gouda so I got that too!! I got some American shampoo and body wash. When I got to the checkout, the cashier was not impressed that I had no idea what she was saying to me.  I finally gave her enough money and we left.  Lugging my items, which are not in a bag because I would have had to buy one of those too, we went up the elevator, fumbled with the key and the door and I only dropped my bottle of shampoo once we got in the hall. We went downstairs after we dropped off our groceries and went to this little eatery right outside our dorm.  One of the girls asked if any of them spoke English and one girl said yes.  Sarah and Jessie ordered the same thing before me and I tried to order this plate that came with meat and French fries.  Things started taking a turn for the worst when she told me the total would be 14.50 but called them by their names, zoyte and something else. I handed her a 50 zoyte note and waited for my change. she started telling me she need 50 whatever their version of cents is called. Groasham or something like that but I didn’t know what that word meant so I was just like “yes but I just handed you a 50” I pulled out a coin from my pocket that had a 50 on it and tried to ask if that is what she needed and she just stared at me like I had sprouted horns or something. Her boss walked in about that time and as best I can figure she didn’t have enough change to break my 50 because he had the rest of the money with him.  He gave her the rest of the change I needed and sent me on my way. Well poor Lauren got the same confusing speech from this girl that I got.  I sure hope our encounters tomorrow are smoother than this one.

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