On looking after small people.

If I’m not careful the Midget will have written more about this trip of ours than I have. I’m blaming this on the fact that she’s completely trusting me to have everything organised and sorted. Since we’re travelling with only the vaguest of plans (we’re going to be in Prague in 2 and a half weeks) it means that part of my brain is in constant calculation.

The Midget is a solid leader in many situations, as far as I can tell ever single one in which I’m not around. However I’ve spent years brainwashing her into thinking that my way is the best way. Being the big sister means you’ve got to be aware that this youngerling has spent their life following you.

Hence we were the last (bar one) onto the plane out of Heathrow. And hence the twenty minutes of confused wandering just off the wrong street named mariasomething or other in Vienna. And hence the ‘oh dear all the shops are shut on a Sunday – what are we going to eat – dilemma.

Oops.

And today she missed some of the fishing huts along the edge of the Danube (I have sketches in my diary that I’ll locate when I’ve got a real computer), because I’d worn her out dragging her around viennese parks late last night (yes we almost got locked in – I was too busy prancing around pretending to be a greek goddess). Under the influence of the gentle song of the catamaran engine she fell asleep.

I’m doing ok. As far as I can tell, her biggest complaint is that cake doesn’t constitute breakfast, lunch and dinner. I bought some plums to balance her diet out. It was the first time I managed to find someone who didn’t speak English better than me, it was a lady who only spoke german.

The lady asked me what I’d like, and then a series of would you like that in a bag etc, with me answering first in Italian, Spanish or French and then in English before finally twisting my tounge into German. How do multilingual people cope?

I finally got to “dankeschon” and she laughed bemused uttering a sweet “auf wiedersehen”.

I’m not a natural linguist, although I’m making headway.

We’re now in Slovakia, and since I’m not so lucky as to have learnt slovak, I found myself at that awkward moment of not even knowing how to say ‘thanks’ as we paid for our groceries.

Luckily the very kind man in the ice cream shop (40p for an ice cream…) didn’t mind slowly repeating “dakujeme” until I got it.

[Posted from the tablet whilst travelling]

3 Comments
  • jesskawrites
    Tuesday 26 August 2014

    🙂 sounds fun!

    I feel a little bit jealous of you again. (I know that’s not a good thing). How come you have such long holidays?!!

    Keep writing and I’ll keep reading 🙂

    • jesskawrites
      Tuesday 26 August 2014

      Also, how did you convince the midget to follow you or think your ideas are better than her own?? Where did I go wrong with my big sistering?!!

      And that seems like a long list of llanguages for someone who says they aren’t linguistic 😉 I’m proud of you 🙂

      • jesskawrites
        Tuesday 26 August 2014

        “Der Elefant trinkt Wasser im Zoo” in case you ever need to use it in Germany… 🙂 I’m sure you would be fluent in Slovakian if you lived there for 9 years…. A word a day gets you pretty far if you stick at it 😉

        (I stopped trying to big sister my sister a LONG time ago)