Right now (time of writing), I am at my hubby’s grandma’s. This course means ‘business’. I am in Prefailles, a seaside French town. It is more like Intensive PLUS infinity crash course. O, and I am alone without my husband. Let’s review on what I have learnt during my 10 days immersion course. I summarised them into 3 points.
1. French conjugation is my friend
The ultimate test to my vocab list. I am super proud that I completed 3 games of Scrabble in French with no letter left. (yes, please clap) Grandma had an intense score of 500+ She has the all letter cleared bonus like 4-5 times in every single game. I swear she is probably a pro and I end up with 200. Frankly, I am more concerned about having a qualifying word than finding high score. Spotting a word with my limited vocab knowledge is challenging to say the least. For once, I appreciated the CRAZY conjugations.
E.g. Vais, va, vas ==> all means the same thing, but are different forms of the same word. Can also benefit from some words where adding ‘ir’ or ‘er’ changes the word to the infinitive form 😀 How desperate do I get? I spell sex in French in front of grandmother. I hope I impressed her with my creative survival skills haha.
2. Food coma & other mystics
Do you know that ‘food coma’ does not exist in the French vocabulary? Non stop eating and drinking is not an excuse to food coma. Remain chic at all times (?!?!?!?)
While we cooked, we talked about food. While we’re eating breakfast, we discussed what to do for lunch. While we’re cooking, we share our cooking hacks… you get the drift? Food & wine is clearly the top vocabulary list to work on. The set of culinary vocab is endless (example: each cutting method has a unique name…) My family is very encouraging when it comes to talk about food. I get a lot of affirmation whenever I talk about food/drink.
3. Composure
Intense all day drinking skills (with composure). I honestly don’t quite understand how they do it. Think 60 people gathered together, drink wine from noon to midnight. Wake up and it is time to drink again… In the mean time, everyone is in perfect composure. No one passes out or vomit during or after the party. It is right to be jealous of the French. Composure and elegance under heavy influence. Remain calm…
Where am I?
Prefailles, France
Blogging from the guestroom 😉
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