As we get near the end of the second week I’m getting a little worried because I don’t feel like I’ve made much progress with my French. I’m sure I have but I find myself making the same mistakes over and over again, especially with those pesky irregular verbs. Every single time I have to conjugate and use the verb venir, darn if I forget to change it to vu in the passe composse. I’m waiting for it to come out naturally.
And, Dear Diary, I’m lonely too except when Maurice visits on the weekends. I’ve purposively kept myself separate from the other students. I talk, in French, with them during class, on breaks and at lunch but I’ve been very careful not to stay after class to chat. I know too well what can happen. In my very first French class, I couldn’t wait for class to end so I could talk with the other women in the class in English. We were almost all married to French men and were starved for someone to talk to, especially someone going through the same thing we were-life in Paris in a sea of French. I did the same thing with every single course that I took and then I would go home and speak in English with Maurice. This does not make you fluent. So this time, I decided to isolate myself. Not only that, I didn’t bring any books in English with me. I’m trying to totally immerse myself in French but sometimes I want to go find one of the nice ladies in my class and gab in English.
Today we walked into the grand salon and a large table was set up with a tray of six kinds of cheese, two bottles of red wine and some wine glasses. One of the instructors, Julian, gave us a talk on cheese. Where else would you get such a lecture but in France? We were told that the “Saint Trinity” in France are wine, cheese and bread. After the talk we actually got to have some cheese along with a little wine. My, I love French cheese.