As soon as I crossed the frontier from Spain into France yesterday, I started trying to get my brain wrapped around all the signs and conversations in French. I took 3 years of French at university, for heaven’s sake! Where had all of that gone?
Buried. Covered in the dust and debris of disuse.
I had been having so much fun in Spanish! I could carry on casual conversations and eavesdrop in cafes. I was even beginning to throw in the local expression “Vale!” It translates roughly as “okay… yeah… sure… got it!” I was looking for opportunities to use the question form (“Vale?”) or the doubled form (“Vale, vale!”).
And now I am in France struggling to excavate a language I once thought I would be pretty good at. When I hear the words, I get it. But when I try to speak… I am just hoping this will get a little better during my few days here.