After all these years, you would think I would have progressed to at least French A2. Close but no cigar.
Here I sit a frustrated Francophile.
MY OBSESSION
For as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to live in France and speak French. I dreamed of marrying a French man and of riding bicycles in the French country side. Long story short – I married a man who is half French. I didn’t get the whole French man package but I did get the whole French mother-in-law package. These stories we will visit soon – I promise. And the humor in them will not disappoint.
Fast forward 35 plus years, I still don’t speak much French But, I’m still married to the same half French guy.
As we walk into this next chapter of our lives, I’m determined to improve my French.
Bonne Chance! Bonne chance à moi. (Good luck to me).
Suz
