It seems a bit unbelievable right now, but at one point in my life and for an extended period of time I did speak, read, and write French. Without any sort of hesitation or anything - I had taken French for 15 years and I was so confident in it that I didn't think about it at all. Oh - how the times have changed. By the time I had my first trip to Belgium, my French was pretty reeky. I have been considering taking some courses in conversation as that is my main area of terrible-ness - I am still pretty okay @ the reading of French and maybe writing, although my conjugating is not pretty. Unfortunately, the courses aren't being offered right now when I've got all my free time. So sometimes I practice by watching the French CBC and reading the daily French videogame newsletter over Joseph's shoulder [yes, the French have a lot of time for videogames and a lot of news about it].
However, as Canada is officially bilingual, there are French people around and working @ a tourist destination I am bound to see them every so often [even though we have nothing to offer them in French]. And my severely limited French capabilities designate me as the French-speaking person [high-larious]. So today I had an entire conversation in French with a museum patron. The woman just came @ us with full-on French and no attempt to speak English. I was surprisingly not intimidated or nervous and I didn't use any English. I was able to give her information about the museum, inquire about the ages of her children, tell her how long a visit typically lasts, tell her the cost of admission as well as other pleasantries. I was kinda proud of myself.
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