The minute you cross into Quebec you are immersed in French. The signs are 100% French and we both regret how much we've forgotten.
I told Bill if he ever wants to see real restraint, he should find a window into my brain. Since we crossed the border, he has been practicing his French out loud. The cute thing about him is that he says each new word he sees a few times until he likes the sound of it, then pronounces it as if that is decided.
But you've got to give him credit for trying - at lunch Bill politely accepted the menus and bravely said: "Gracias"
Everyone so far has been bilingual, helpful and very friendly. We just hope that lots of smiles will keep us going.
No comments:
Post a Comment