Le but de mon voyage, c’est…

To learn to speak french better. Yes.. which is what I thought is what would happen when i went out to farms to help, and these random people in the country side, but it turns out most of these people are friggin BRITISH. Ok, so I have nothing against british people, except for a couple of them who decide to be really cool and send me off in 4 hrs notice.. but enough about that. Anyways, I may learn to speak french better if I just stay in a hostel.
Yesterday 3 new guys joined us in the room des Musiciens (just a theme… it’s not like we have a grand piano in there or anything), they are here for a week, and doing some sort of carpentry school, then three weeks doing work with a company to build specifically log cabins. They were really cool, only one of them could speak English, so it was really interesting trying to talk with the other ones, but I somehow “uhh”-ed and ahh-ed my way through the conversation, circumscribing as much as I could.
Interestingly, we did somehow manage to get our way through some conversation about Radio Frequencies, and also some disorder of the heart which one of them had… it was quite a good feeling.

One thought on “Le but de mon voyage, c’est…

  1. Ismerős a törtenet, emlékeztet az én bolyongásaimra Ausztriában.
    Jó, hogy figyelned kell minden szóra, amit kiejtesz. Csak franciaórán volt erre gondod. Ez most igazi!
    Hogy bírod a helyzeted? Hívjál még…

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