Last night at Fées brought about an invitation to an impromptu pancake party at Ge and Ben's apartment tonight and at 20h00 tonight Darryl and I arrived, on time and with bottles of orange juice and Riesling in our bags.Since we are in France, the "pancake party" ended up being a crêpe party and we were joined by a one of Ge's classmates from Spain, Carla. Wine began to be mixed with cassis syrup, beers were opened, and two glasses later I found myself speaking French - and not just French, but actually speaking not-that-horrible French and at a kind of quick rate. I mean, it wasn't the best and any respectable French professor would still probably cringe hearing it, but at least I was speaking it. And more than that, I was actually comfortable.
In the apartment there was no one to overhear my mistakes or corrections and there were no judgments - only wine, crêpes, and conversation.
In the apartment there was no one to overhear my mistakes or corrections and there were no judgments - only wine, crêpes, and conversation.
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