Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Dear French,

You were never my choice language, Spanish had that honor.  But more and more I'm wishing that I had some ability to converse in French.  Or fake it.  Or be able to understand something more than "oui."


French soul, food, music... It's catching my attention more than ever.  Too bad I am only any good in Spanish.

We're headed for a post on Paris soon anyway, but I think it's still necessary...

Until I come up with that post


love,
hannah

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