My mother lives in France and has for many, many years. Since I try to see her at least once a year – this means I have been to France many, many times. One would think that, by now, I would know a few French words (um…actually, no…I mean…non.) I’m quite insecure about my ability to speak French, so other than a few basics –
- Comment allez-vous? (How are you?)
- S’il vous plait. (Please)
- Je m’appelle Jamie (My name is Jamie)
…I pretty much fumble my way around the country. I point, draw, act-out everything from “Can you please tell me where the ladies room is?” to “How much are these shoes?”
I’ve decided that the next time I go to France…I’m going prepared. At least, fashionably prepared.
and this handbag.
I’m going to be so prepared, I may even have enough confidence to belt out some new French words…”Je voudrais acheter tout le monde dans la salle un verre!”
Oops- I think I just bought a round of drinks for everyone in the room! NON!…NON!