It is just as the title suggests. Supposedly, I have an accent, which I should have realized being an American living in a foreign country but…. let me start at the beginning of this short story. Yesterday, as I was walking to the market, I passed an elderly woman on the sidewalk and smiled and said Good Morning. Because the sidewalk was so narrow I stepped of the curb to give her space as she was using a cane. (Don’t worry, there is never any traffic on this particular street!) She greeted me as well and smiled and thanked me saying her eyesight is not what it used to be. I replied back and we shared a few pleasantries. Then, she asked me if I was from Russia. Supposedly, I speak German with a Russian accent. She was so surprised when I told her that I came from America. She isn’t the first person either who couldn’t place where I was from when speaking in German.
I honestly never think about accents. When I was visiting Stateside last April, my Mom and I were out at a favorite restaurant of hers for lunch and the waitress came over and said, “I remember you, you’re Moms daughter and you have that nice husband with the cool accent”. I looked at my mom and asked, does he have an accent? She said, Oh yes. Funny as I don’t hear it when he speaks English.
So that is my short and spontaneous post for today, it still kind of blows my mind that a local woman, who actually came to Germany from Russia thirty years ago, thought I was from her country as well.
Have a wonderful weekend & I will catch up with you next week!