First off, thank you to everyone who sent a worried e-mail. We are pretty far from Paris (almost 4 hours) but the country is devastated (obviously). TVs are on the news here 24/7 watching for development. The conversation and the frenzy going on here is reminiscent of 9/11.
Onto a lighter note: IKEA. Everything I have seen so far in this house and others is from Ikea. I mean, it makes sense but it's pretty funny. I visited a house today (Laetitia's friend) for tea and I swear the entire downstairs was straight out of an Ikea magazine.
I'm spending a lot of time with Laetitia and her friends and family (she has 5 siblings within 6km of here). Last night we went to a swedish gym and did some cardio dance. All the songs were American so it felt just like home! Turns out P!nk is great cardio music in every country. Laetitia's friend came with us and she speaks perfect English (her husband is from the UK) but she has a British accent. When the two of us were trying to teach Laetitia some english words it became very confusing because we were giving her two different pronunciations. I finally gave up and decided British English is better anyway.
Language update: I still cannot speak French. However, I did understand Louis yesterday when wandered into my room to say (in French) "I just wanted to see what you were doing"- little victories. Also, I taught Jean how to say "open" and "close" - Laetitia and Christophe were thrilled. I'm glad they appreciate little victories too. Even though I can't speak very well- it is pretty easy to understand what is going on (i.e. Christophe got out a new jar of jam and Laetitia yelled at him...so he put it back and looked around the fridge before resuming to open the new jar. He completed the search with a sneer that I'm positive said, "Told you, we didn't have any open!")
Heres a picture of Jean for you- he is very dramatic and over the top about everything so I called him a ham...then I had to explain to his parents why I was calling their child a pig...which I could not do...I just chalked it up to a strange American expression.
Onto a lighter note: IKEA. Everything I have seen so far in this house and others is from Ikea. I mean, it makes sense but it's pretty funny. I visited a house today (Laetitia's friend) for tea and I swear the entire downstairs was straight out of an Ikea magazine.
I'm spending a lot of time with Laetitia and her friends and family (she has 5 siblings within 6km of here). Last night we went to a swedish gym and did some cardio dance. All the songs were American so it felt just like home! Turns out P!nk is great cardio music in every country. Laetitia's friend came with us and she speaks perfect English (her husband is from the UK) but she has a British accent. When the two of us were trying to teach Laetitia some english words it became very confusing because we were giving her two different pronunciations. I finally gave up and decided British English is better anyway.
Language update: I still cannot speak French. However, I did understand Louis yesterday when wandered into my room to say (in French) "I just wanted to see what you were doing"- little victories. Also, I taught Jean how to say "open" and "close" - Laetitia and Christophe were thrilled. I'm glad they appreciate little victories too. Even though I can't speak very well- it is pretty easy to understand what is going on (i.e. Christophe got out a new jar of jam and Laetitia yelled at him...so he put it back and looked around the fridge before resuming to open the new jar. He completed the search with a sneer that I'm positive said, "Told you, we didn't have any open!")
Heres a picture of Jean for you- he is very dramatic and over the top about everything so I called him a ham...then I had to explain to his parents why I was calling their child a pig...which I could not do...I just chalked it up to a strange American expression.
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| He has breakfast in his hands: Brioche with Nutella |
"...within 6km of here."
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