Jim is in Georgia for training this week, so when I picked up the phone this morning and it had his name listed as the caller, I was, of course, excited. I answered and the voice on the other end responded, "Bonjour!" Jim often does this (which is almost the extent of his French knowledge, though he tries, and of course remembers the bad words that my sister Anna taught him), so I didn't think anything of it. But, then the voice continued in French. "Oui, bonjour--Parlez vous français?"
Still, I thought it was Jim and he had learned/remembered this phrase, so I played along. "Oui, je parle français." Then, however, the voice at the other end started a full blown conversation with me in French and I knew it was definitely not my wonderful hubby. He had met a Moroccan at the training who, of course, spoke French and had him call me so I could speak with him in French. It has been at least a year since I have spoken to anyone in French, so it was a truly wonderful little surprise! And though I had to think for a second--and switch my mind over to French, I thoroughly enjoyed it! I know I made a few mistakes, but it was nice to know I can still communicate in French. What a simple but ever so sweet gesture from my wonderful hubby! Passez une bonne journée!! A la prochaine~
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