Time continues to fly by regardless of what country I’m in. At times I wish to be back in Denver with my friends, while the next moment I’m thankful to be here. After around three and a half weeks progress has become suite evident in my language study. Everyone told me around three weeks you’ll feel as if you had a revelation with understanding people. For some odd reason my revelation isn’t in understanding others, but in my ability to speak French.
Christine will ask me a question where I take a few seconds to comprehend in my head, while as soon as I understand her I say a few words in French, only after translating them in my head into English. Intrensicly I comprehend the meaning of many words resulting in automatically using them when appropriate. Every time I continue to translate what I said, checking to see if it was correct, only to find the majority of the time it is. This may seem like a simple thing to some, but for me it is huge! I’ve been studying the French language for less than a month at this time and it’s already becoming normal for me. In some way French is now a part of me. I love it!
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Many people talk about the quality of French food. From my experiences I cannot argue with the amazing taste and flavor. However, one aspect of French food that struck me the most the the amount. Europe is known for having smaller portions for meals, a possible reason Europeans seem to be in great shape. This may be true for the main course, but what about the many other courses?
A simple meal often consists or three of for courses. As an American I struggle to comprehend the length of a meal. The meal begins with something called “apéritif” or a pre-meal drink. The traditional drink is Pastise mixed with water, a strong liquor with a taste similar to black licorice. The main course follows served, as expected, in small portions. Often I have my fill of food during the main course, as I would in the States. However, one must always save room for potentially three more courses. After people have finished their food and discussed many different things for some time, a large plate of cheese is served. Fresh French bread already decorated the table, allowing people to choose from a great selection of cheeses to eat with bread or alone. The portions, again, are fairly small. Yet one should not fill themselves during this course either, for dessert is served next. A vaste array of ice cream flavors, pastries, chocolate, or some other sweet creation is served to complete the food portion of the meal. These four courses are the normal, everyday meal presented here in France.
The French culture revolves around relationships. Families spent around two hours at the table for dinner each day. Invite a few friends and the meals last all evening. A few days back some missionary friends joined us for dinner along with their four children. The table hosted eleven people for a meal I never could have imaged. Seven courses to be exact. Four were similar to our everyday diner, but with some wonderful addidions.
First course: chips, peanuts and pretzels laid out for appetizers. Second course: “apéritif” or before meal drinks. Third course: a selection of the different salads, lettuce, carrots and tomates with olives. Forth course: the mail course, chicken cooked with a simmering sauce of olives and tomatoes. Fifth course: cheese and bread. Sixth course: one’s choice from an assortment of ice creams. Seventh course: served roughly three and a half hours after the meal began, coffee or tea with biscuits.
Not being accustomed to the style of eating, often I find myself rather filled halfway through the meal. On this occasion, each course tempted me beyond my ability to resist. The next two days I found myself ill, a combination of swimming in a new lake the day of the feast and the sheer size of our meal. Regardless, that meal will be remembered for years to come.
I have reached two weeks of studying French. Surprisingly, I’ve learned quite a large amount of verbs and vocabulary, allowing me to get what I want across to most people. The only problem is the large gap which exists between knowing the words and being able to understand them when others talk.
The first week living here proved to be quite fun, laughing at my many failed attempts to communicate, meeting new people and places, experiencing a new culture. Anyone can thrive in this setting for some time, but once the glory of the new experiences diminish, one is left in a new place where communicating is difficult.
Living in a household of seven people is difficult in and of itself. Often stealing time to myself becomes a struggle around so many and sharing a room with Guillaume. No matter how much I slept or hid away from people, after a little more than a week I was continually exhausted.
Last night Christine and I attended a bible study downtown. Ironically, most of the people spoke English, many being American missionaries. However, that night I primarily heard French. Throughout dinner a few words of English were spoken, allowing me to practice comprehending the French the rest of the evening. The study took place in French taught by Henry, an American missionary who has lived in France for forty five years. After thirty minutes, I couldn’t muster the energy to continue listening, attempting to understand the quickly spoken words.
The study lasted around an hour with another thirty minutes of prayer following. When we finished, everyone began talking with one another about, well I haven’t a clue what. However, Henry turned to me and said, “Exhausted isn’t it?” I respond ” What is?”. ”Trying to follow in French, translating what you can in your head. It takes a lot out of you. I know it did for me for the first few months I was here.”
Amazingly enough this never hit me until then. The mental energy necessary in attempting to understand another language is immense. Looking back I find times when I mentally tuned everyone out because of my exhaustion from trying to understand. At night I often watch a tv show or two in English because I need to listen to something without the mental effort to comprehend.
Before realizing this, I found myself longing to be back in Denver with my friends, only to converse with other with minimal effort. Now I understand why.
