Finding a Journal

Finding my journal was an experience I didn’t expect at all. It was my first day here and Berlin and the culture shock allow was enough to confuse a naïve American girl such as myself. As I walked to the closest store to my apartment, all I could hear was what sounded like mumbling all around me. The words that were spoken were completely indistinguishable and therefore gibberish to me. When I finally arrive to the convenience store I saw a simply notepad and snatched it up. The store attendant, obviously unable to speak English, mumbled to me something completely foreign. After about a 5 minute routine in which we both took turns trying and failing to speak and then trying and failing again to understand, he finally gave me the notebook for free and pushed me out of the store. So I guess in conclusion Berlin and its language might just save me some money but definitely not stress.