I have just returned from a weekend in the French countryside.
Doesn't that sound lovely?
There is no internet in the French countryside, and very little spoken English. One is therefore forced to "relax," away from the computer, usually through HOURS of conversation.
Have I mentioned that I don't love French Meg?
French Meg smiles and nods a lot. She also laughs on cue. There are times when French Meg understands what you say, but she won't ask a single question. You may have covered that point already, and she probably already laughed.
Nod, smile. Ha ha HA!!
Not only am I a bit slow, I am indiscretely so. At 5'10'', I'm only slightly taller than average when playing on the home court. In France, however, I am walking
talking circus show.
The result is that, in addition to babbling and smiling, I am often dressed kinda funny. It's not always my fault.
This weekend, the countryside hostess offered to lend me her slippers. I pantomimed something like "I don't think they fit!" looking at first disappointed, then smiling enormously.
She suggested that I just wear them over my toes, and I was unable to respond with anything other than a smile. I spent the next two days mincing around in her elfinwear, falling down (two times), and smiling.
Outside the chalet, her XS parka hit me just below the bra line. Even the mountain sheep were rolling their eyes. "It's cropped," I gestured in return, grinning madly the whole time.
My finest performance of the weekend can't be blamed on size. It came one night when I was too tired to climb the stairs for toothpaste, and instead started fishing around in the hosts' bathroom drawers.
Do I even need to type this? It's really too predictable...
I used their Fixodent.
It was exactly as you imagine.
And yet I kept on smiling, even with globs of waxy red stuff stuck in my gums.
Upon leaving, my soft-spoken host raised himself up to faire les bises and to say his parting words.
"Merci pour venir et... pour ton sourire... ENORME."At least I think that's what he said.
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For a different take on The Language Problem, please click on the veryfunny following from Paris blogger Kung Fu Dana.