Chihuly is Slovakian

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On my way back to Blindenmarkt, Austria, a man asked me in broken German if I knew which train was going to Ybbs. I told him that it was the stop before mine and that he should just hang with me until the train left. I knew that I wouldn't be in Slovakia for some time, so I gave him the $12 in Slovakian Korun that I had ment to give to Martin. He refused telling me that I could exchange it, but then finally accepted my offer when I agreed that he could buy me and him a few beers with the money. So he bought four beers and we hung out and talked for another hour waiting for the train. We finished and got on the train and then he said he was going to the bathroom, but came back with [two more beers] . We didn't talk about anything too deep as we were using German--a second language to the both of us--but the beer sure did make talking quite easy!

I think that all foreign language conversation classes should be held in pubs. People learn so much quicker when they're not so hesitant to just speak!

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