I speak a bit of French. I wish I was fluent. at least conversational. I would love to sit in a café. overhear neighboring tables. and understand. just casual talk. a bit of chit chat. and every year during le Tour time, the feeling grows.
I am hopelessly involved with my Rosetta Stone tutorial. a vain effort. but I soldier on. always hopeful. I give up at times. but then go back. French is just one of those life goals. challenging (she fears). attainable (she sighs).
so here's to fulfilling our ambitions. and oddly. saying what we mean better. more beautifully. in any language.
'in French, you don't really say 'I miss you.' you say 'tu me manques,' which means 'you are missing from me.' I love that.'
Thursday, July 24, 2014
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