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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

You Know You're Becoming French When...

I was hanging up a load of lights in the kitchen when I came to the realisation that there are certain indications of the American shell shedding and me becoming truly and culturally French.  Don't get me wrong, I am by no means a Francophile (like most people) and it's not a process I am opening my arms and begging for, I just am slowly evolving into a culture and I realised there are ways to tell if you are truly becoming French:

  • The crunchy towels don't bother you any more.
  • Laundry is an automatic five step process that takes days, and you plan for this:
    • Wash the laundry (3 hours)
    • Hang the laundry (30 minutes)
    • Wait to dry (1 day in spring/summer, 3 days in winter)
    • Fold crunchy laundry
    • Repeat
  • If you see friends and you don't faire les bises you feel weird, like something is missing.
  • You decide on a place to eat over a 2 hour conversation
    • Once done eating you know it will take another hour of standing around to say good bye
  • You begin to know a good baguette just by looking at it in a Boulangerie
    • You eat bread with dinner with no butter spread on it
  • The thought of stinky cheese excites you
  • Prendre un café means sit in a café for 2 hours while sipping a miniscule espresso
  • Suddenly, you are NOT out of breath after climbing to your 5th story apartment, sans ascenseur!
  • A sunday family dinner to you is 6 hours, 4 courses and many many interuptions during conversations
  • When visiting family, you never go to bed before 1am and you most likely are drunk at the end of dinner
  • When you boire un coup with tes amis you are sipping a cocktail and not binging beer in cheap plastic cups
  • If invited to someone's house you begin worrying about what you can bring... fleurs?  Bouteille du vin?
  • Aperitif does nto include cheese and crackers.  (Hey in the States, we often serve cheese and crackers in the beginning of a meal!)
  • The thought of sweet and salty disgusts you.  *NOTE:  I have yet to get here.  I still love meatballs with berry sauce from Ikea*
  • On Sunday you don't go grocery shopping.  Don't go to the bank.  Don't go shopping for clothes.  Although; you frequent le marché.
  • When invited to dinner, you often look like you're going to a 4 star restaurant... even if it's just a close friend.
  • You have a giant stack of papers and prescriptions, receipts and proof, as well as many copies of signed original statements for even your BIKE PASS.  Hellooo accordian file.
  • You suddenly find yourself using words like:  jsché pas (je ne sais pas), connard (asshole), n'importe quoi (ridiculous), connerie (bullshit) and you are thinking it en français.
  • Frog legs, snails and foie gras are things you love, burgers and fast food are déguleusse!
It makes me so curious what it will be like to return home in July and have everything suddenly in English.  A dryer.  Fast service.  Grocery people bagging my groceries.  Smiling waiters/tips.  AAAHHH!!!

1 comment:

  1. Well, all but the grocery people bagging the groceries. There's a push here in Oregon to outlaw plastic grocery bags and start charging 5c each for the paper ones, thus "encouraging" people to start bringing their own. Though I guess this wouldn't really affect the people hired by the store to do the bagging, they just would use the bags that people bring instead of the disposable ones the store currently provides.

    "Need any help out with that, miss?"


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