Sailing to France

While I’ve enjoyed my time in England, I’m aware that a lot of my enjoyment is derived from knowing a bit about the culture and generally speaking the language. Being able to sit in a pub and be pulled into a conversation has been a normal occurrence. Knowing what was being said by people around me, being able to read signs – all the little things I take for granted – will not be so when my ferry docks tomorrow. I don’t speak French. I didn’t take it in school, the accent is completely foreign to me – and very intimidating. My past attempts to speak to natives have resulted in various failures, the most memorable being when I tried to order a baguette in a boulangerie. The woman I spoke to winced when I spoke – I’ll never get that image out if my mind! But that was then. I can still try if I can think of what to say. Problem being I haven’t studied at all. I guess I should have realized that since I changed my plans to include the ferry crossing to Roscoff, most of my trip will actually be in France, not Spain. Oops. Tomorrow I will be fucked 😉