It took a ferry, a train, the metro, and an unexpected night in Cherbourg, but I made it! And Paris, for the day that I get to spend here, has been mostly happiness. Biggest problem? I speak just enough French that people reply as if I'm fluent. It only gets worse if they happen to see my last name.
I also have the hardest time separating my French lessons from the Italian, so I make for quite the mangled mess of a conversationalist.
28.8.08
parlez-vous frenglitalian?
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oui. si. noi parlez ensieme...ensemble a Corsica.
oh goodness. I wish so badly I could be there.
I empathise very much with that problem. We played French Balderdash a few weeks ago and I kept putting German words in by mistake. You'd think French and German were different enough!
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