"When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and
remember each other."

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Pardon My French

Bonjour mes amis,
Recently I have been really craving some good french conversation. Unfortunately, here in Utah, there is not a lot of opportunity for some good "parler".
I got so desperate for french that I starting reading "The Bourne Identity". There are a lot of random phrases in the dialogue, but it just isn't enough.
I work at a bank and I always get jealous when my Spanish-speaking co-worker gets to speak his mission language with the customers. Or, at least, I USED to be jealous.
The Starbucks by my bank recently hired a cool girl from Minnesota. She studied in Quebec, thus she speaks excellent french. She comes in a couple times a week to make the deposits and I get so excited each time. It's so much fun to watch everybody turn and look when they hear such a beautiful language.
She has been coming to the bank for a couple weeks now and it has been great to keep my french going.
But the other day, someone even better came in. I was helping a woman with a very french name purchase some traveler's cheques for her very silent friend standing next to her. I finally got the guts to ask her if she is french. "OUI!" I was so excited. I immediately fell into my soft french and loved it.
I walked around the rest of the day with a huge goofy smile on my face. It was the same goofy smile that I sported on my mission and it was great to have it back.
Another great feeling from my mission has been returning lately. These past couple of weeks I have been able to work with the missionaries at least once a week. And I love it.
Yesterday, one of the elders was sick so they called someone to come sit with him while I went out and worked with his companion. I miss doing that everyday.
Tonight, I got to baptize someone. Something I didn't get the opportunity to do while I was in Europe. (I always got transferred right before the baptisms.)
I stand by the fact that I am home for a reason. And I am at peace with that. But there is still joy to be had in a little french conversation and a good missionary lesson.
PS- I went to the gym four times this week. I'm determined to get my money's worth on this one.


Becky Green said...

Wow! I'd love to hear you speak it for real. Remember in French class how everyone was so afraid to start speaking it in front of everyone. I wish I still knew the little bit I learned from that class, I'd totally talk with you. I'm sure you've probably done this (and have a copy yourself), but when I wanted more french, I read the Book of Mormon in french. It got pretty easy after a while (not that YOU'd have a hard time), and it gave me the chance to have the connection I wanted to the language. I'm sure you could find other books to read. Totally not the same as speaking it, but it's closer than nothing at all :)

Landon and Kylie said...

That's exciting! I know Landon always freaks out when we meet Hispanic people who don't mind chatting with him.

Marye said...

Hey! I missed our dinner with you, molly & cam this month! what the heck!? You aren't getting out of it next time! Sounds like you're doing great!