I’m still not learning French. Remember when I returned to France in April and promised I’d know French by Christmas? Here’s the update in mid October.
Like those 20 pounds I was going to lose. It’s just not happening.
My French teacher, Annabelle says it’s all about priorities. She says that if I spent as much time on learning French as I do on writing blogs, I’d be on track now.
So friends, if you enjoy reading the blogs as much as I enjoy writing them you’re to blame, too.
I mean, which would you rather do? Sit and study a book, listen to CDs and French radio? Or go out on an adventure where you meet all kinds of people and run into new and fascinating things?
Judging from your silence, you agree blogging is more fun.
“I’m getting by.”
There are days when I don’t get into any trouble at all not knowing French. Of course that’s mostly when I stay inside writing posts.
You know the friends and strangers who have helped me out umpteen times. They’re still around and put up with my antics. French friends I run into less frequently; however, now shrug when they ask “comment allez-vous?” (How are you?) and I say no more than “très bien, et vous?” (Very well, and you?)
Every once in a while someone will congratulate me on saying a simple sentence in French. My recent visitor from the States, in fact, told me she was impressed that I could communicate so well. She didn’t see I constantly use sign language and she didn’t recognize the mispronounced words.
“Leaving town early.”
Leaving France before Christmas is the excuse I give now for not learning French by the holiday deadline. A trip to Istanbul and a tour of Nepal and Kathmandu is on the calendar for mid-November into December.
With that there’s planning, packing and studying up for another Barefoot Blogger adventure.
The new plan
When I return to the States for a visit in December get back to my lessons. It’ll be something to do and help keep me from getting homesick for France.
Maybe my grandson who will be nine-months-old can learn along with me. They say that six-months is the perfect age to start a second language.
Perhaps we’ll make a bet.