By the end of the week in Quebec City, I was thinking in French. It reminded me of my high school learning days, when I suddenly realized I didn’t have to translate each word back into English to understand it. I was surprised–but loved–that I remembered so much. Not everything, but enough so I could think about the basics. I wanted to share my French with my husband and friends, but alas they speak English…and Sicilian…so that did not help.
I was able to communicate with waiters and shopkeepers, but an interview I might have failed.
Quebec City, a lovely place to visit and re-learn the past and experience the moment. And realize that learning French and photography in high school were definitely classes worth my while. C