Six hours in a bar, six hours of practicing French and English. Yesterday I met Ge at Fées Maisons for my weekly French speaking lessons. She says by the end of my time here that she will make me comfortable with the idea of speaking French and she says that I speak a lot better than I give myself credit for, neither of these I am certain of.I do surprise myself sometimes, recalling words I can't even remember learning. So maybe she's right and I just don't give myself enough credit.
Either way, I'm still not sure how fluent I'll be in the end. I still choose all the wrong words and seem to have some immediate disconnect with every French person I meet. Playing the part of the stupid student is getting a little old.
But in Fées Maisons all that is suspended. Today I ordered a café viennois and just sat alone for about ten minutes before Ge arrived. I was no tourist and there were no words to get wrong. Just me, my book, and my coffee. This is what I'm missing and what I need.
Either way, I'm still not sure how fluent I'll be in the end. I still choose all the wrong words and seem to have some immediate disconnect with every French person I meet. Playing the part of the stupid student is getting a little old.
But in Fées Maisons all that is suspended. Today I ordered a café viennois and just sat alone for about ten minutes before Ge arrived. I was no tourist and there were no words to get wrong. Just me, my book, and my coffee. This is what I'm missing and what I need.
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