France 2015: 1

I'm feeling sad. Can't concentrate to read a book. It's a passing thing, and I'll feel silly at writing it later on.

The awkward turtle has seen plenty of action. Knowing only a small amount of French seems to guarantee that I generate at least one profoundly awkward moment during each conversation.

When I arrived at the flat, the owner asked in French if I planned on visiting the local Châteaux. I confidently replied in French, 'no, it is me only'. She adopted a WTF expression.
The thing is, I thought she had asked, 'will you be having any visitors to the house?'

There are a thousand incidents like this, and many more to come.


I think I have ordered moules a la creme, a bier and a glass of water. Success!

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