Hey, guess what guys, I’m back!
I’m not in France, unfortunately, but I did go this summer. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my time with my second family, who are the coolest people I’ve ever met. One of their favorite things to do is throw parties. They LOVE parties.
Well, one of the things they loved best about parties was that they could introduce me to their friends, who had no clue that I speak French. They would very deliberately introduce me as, “Marley. She’s American!”
From there, the fun would start.
See, my host parents never let anyone know that I spoke fluent French and was completely aware of everything that was happening at the party. They had no idea that twenty minutes before they got there, I was having a conversation about whatever with my host mom. We mostly talked about work and life.
I love my host mom.
Anyway, we’d all sit down to have our aperitif and we’d watch as everyone tried to talk to me in English. I generally would have a hard time pulling it off because I’m a really bad liar. But sometimes, we would get someone really good. They’d start to have a conversation with me or mention to my host parents that “wow, she’s really good at French customs!” and then somebody would throw out something completely complicated in French to me and I’d respond in about the same way, and then everyone would laugh because my host parents succeeded in pulling off what they thought was the greatest joke of all time.
I just sometimes reflect on my time with them and feel glad that I got out of the situation I did. I’m so lucky to have had such an incredible family for my last four months in France.
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