Yes, I’m turning 40 this fall – – so to try and forget about the crippling depression that accompanies this unsavory fact, I’ve spent the last two years planning a month-long trip to La Belle France for September 2008. I planned the whole itinerary myself, and this entailed making numerous hotel reservations, rental car reservations, airline tickets, train reservations, not to mention figuring out where to eat, where to go, where to stay, etc. etc. It seems I forgot one tiny detail: learning to speak French.
Well, I should say re-learn how to speak French. I took French from 7-12 grade and then 3 out of 4 years in college. You would think this would mean that I could kind of figure some stuff out just from having studied it for so long, but as they say, if you don’t use it you lose it. And, boy – do you! My French is just plain sad.
Considering that I have known we were going on this trip for two years I would have prepared a little better, but alas that did not happen. I did buy a couple of CDs, including the ubiquitous Rosetta Stone, but realized after about 1/3 the way through that I was trying to memorize silly things that not only will I not need on my trip, I don’t think I’ve ever needed in English:
- The milk is white.
- Smell the cake. (?)
- He stole my pocket watch!
- I am very interested in art history.
- I would like a black and white TV (?)
- Keep ’em comin!
- Is that the brother-in-law price?
- Don’t take that tone with me, mister!
- I am really not interested in art history.
- No kidneys for me, thanks.
Wish me luck!