My sister called me a few months ago and asked what I thought about hosting a french person for a few weeks at our house. We talked about it a little and decided to go for it. Sis' school is starting a french immersion program and this girl will be the new french teacher. I guess she's not really a girl...She's 28. But seeing as I turned 82 at Raging Waters on Monday, she seems like a girl to me.
Anyhoo....Frenchy is arriving this Friday. (I've been calling her Frenchy for a while now for lack of a better name. I mean I'm sure she has a better name, but I don't know what it is yet). I am nervous for several reasons. First off, me no speaky the French-y. The only line I know is from that song...and it's dirty. So I
probably definitely won't say it while she's here. Secondly, she doesn't like dogs. You may or may not know this, but we have 3 of them. And for someone who doesn't like dogs, 3 seems like a thousand. (Heck, for someone who DOES like dogs 3 seems like a thousand at times). Hopefully we've found a place for Jag aka Mr. Naughty, and Dandie and I will be house/dog sitting for the first week for my friend. This just leaves Mimi the Wonder Chihuahua at home with my sister and Frenchy. And even non-dog lovers LOVE Mimi. She's just a character and loves everyone....as long as YOU are not a dog that is.
My only true interaction with French people are the ones that call or email me to say they want to rent a powerboat for one day at Lake Powell. They all start their email with "We are French". Um, ok dude. And one of them stalked me and threatened to sue me, so you can imagine how I feel about them. And The Real World Paris. (Remember when CT and Adam got in that fight in the street? So intense!!)
So suffice it to say that my perception of the French Folk is not that great. I am hoping this experience will change my mind on the French. Because seriously, dudes speaking English with a french accident? H.O.T!
We are trying to think of things to introduce her to American Culture. Ever been to Utah? Yeah, not your typical America. So far we are taking her to the pool, the Farmers Market, Park City to ride the gondola and to eat at one of the best Mexican joints on the planet (Baja Cantina....mmmmm I can taste the TJ Taxi now!).
And that's all we've got.