French, Japanese, German, Chinese, *sigh*

About to embark on a month in Bordeaux. But with the realisation that my French leaves much to be desired . . . my honey speaks A-1 perfect English, so I don’t need to be on sentry duty, but it still pisses me off. Currently I’m very interested in getting back my childhood German and also making a foray into Chinese, but first things first.

But it’s a sad state of affairs when I can speak better Japanese than French, which seems to be the case. Quicker on my feet, with a recognisable dialect (Osaka-ben) and bigger vocabulary.

Graduation. I don’t even know how to say it in French! But I do in Japanese . . . I’d stab at “graduation” in French but I’d probably be wrong.

So, into the unknown. Good thing is that the French are very patient with foreigners and really appreciate it when you don’t “foreign” yourself out of the picture. Can you say “Parrlez youse inglez?” So, I have a plus on my side.

I learned French from the Belgians in Belgian Central Africa, so already I have a strike against me, but the French in Bordeaux (and the French that comes from the mouth of my honey) is so mellifluous, so pure, I guess I should just buckle down and get back into it.

And leave the German and Chinese for another day . . .