Paris 27, June 2009

Here we are! We landed in Paris about 8 hours ago, and have been walking around almost non-stop since.
The airplane drugs I took DID NOT work! Oh la la. They were supposed to be the strong, dream drugs of those who are petrified of flying. Supposedly stronger than the valium I took last time, which didn’t work either. :>) Thankfully, the flight was mostly smooth, and I only death-griped Fabio’s arm during the take-off.
When we disembarked and Fabio was getting money from the machine, a lady came up to me and said, in broken French, “Regardez-moi”. Which means “Look at me”.
I looked at her. She said “”Vous parlez l’angaisa or la francesca?” Which means (in awkward Franch) “Do you speak English or French?” I replied in French, and told her that I spoke both. She was very happy, and said, in English “oh, good! My bank will only allow me $400/day. How much should I take out in Euros?”.
What???
I didn’t know this lady from Eve (and…by the way…why did she tlel me to look at her in the beginning???!)
I answered her in English with my approximation. She said “How did you learn how to speak English so well?”

Well…that’s lovely. I’m passing as a non-American to the Americans. That says something…