Today I was daydreaming about my trip to Paris and couldn’t believe how much time has gone by since my last Eurotrip. Okay maybe 16 months isn’t that long to go without traveling to Europe. Something that sparks my memory about this trip is that whenever I told someone I was going to Paris they’d ask me if I spoke French. The answer is no besides a handful of phrases. A few people I know that have already been to France told me it was nothing to worry about because they knew the language and anytime they spoke French over there, the person would usually answer them in English. Whenever I spoke French in Paris the person answered in French. I know it’s not because I have some amazing french accent. What do you usually find when you go to Paris? Do people typically answer you in French if you attempt speaking it? I think I’ll have to invest in learning more of the language before my next non-existant trip there.
What do you find yourself doing if you run into a language barrier when you travel? Kraig and I have found that a lot of pointing and dramatic hand gestures can help with getting things like food, tickets, or receiving directions. Would you travel somewhere if you didn’t know their language?
Day 33 was my first attempt back at Yoga since the concussion. I went to a beginner class and made sure to take it easy. I had to ice my head a little bit after class, but the pain wasn’t as bad as it has been after other activities like walking slowly. I took pictures of some things hanging on the walls in the studio’s waiting area.
I got the idea to make pink goat cheese hearts from a food blog I like to read. Shredded beet mixed with goat cheese.