The past two weeks the Barefoot Blogger has spent a lot of time with new French friends. Admitting that I live in France and that I can barely put together a sentence in French is getting embarrassing.
Currently I have Rosetta Stone and another online language program on my computer. I work on them occasionally. A couple of weeks ago I signed up for a beginner’s class through a local expats group. Friday was the first day of class. When I arrived for the lesson, it had been postponed. So, you see, some of it isn’t my fault.
Perhaps if I write down all my excuses for not learning French I’ll shame myself into trying harder.
Here’s the countdown:
It’s the weekend
I’ll do it tomorrow.
I’m too old
I have a headache
I don’t get it
I need a drink
I get along fine
I watch French movies
Where’d the day go?
“Don’t even try it!” says Joel, the owner of Le Bistrot in Uzes.
I sampled a few French phrases on him and he says “No! Stop!”
Apparently I’m abusing the language. He says I can quote him.