I’ve decided to learn French. Or attempt to learn French. At least some French. Maybe enough to order a croissant if I’m ever over in France.
I want to travel to Europe sometime soon so I googled which language was easier….Italian or French. It was Italian, but since the Italian books were checked out, I went with French. It’s actually been quite fun. It’s totally overwhelming, but it’s like putting a puzzle together or figuring out a math problem…and those are both things that I like to do.
You should totally hear me practice if you need a good laugh. Between my total ineptness in this new language and my above average Southern accent, I sound like I might be special. And not in the unique, talented way. In the “I probably shouldn’t be allowed to roam alone in public because I probably would get lost and not find my way home” kind of special.
Actually, I think once I get more proficient in the language, I will probably have created a new language….redneck French. Maybe it will catch on.