It’s been awhile since I’ve flashed anyone, so yesterday I stripped in the middle of the supermarket. I kid. For now, I don’t doubt that I will do that by accident or on purpose at some point in my life.
Currently I’m in Quebec on a six week long immersion program to learn French. The phrase “Comment dit-on?” (How do you say?) is being passed around quite a bit.Especially the other day when I went on a seventeen kilometer long hike up into the mountains. Nothing like an excessive amount of exercise to make you forget your name let alone words in another language.
Anyway, so there I am slowly descending down a cliff, hopping from giant boulder to giant boulder, the sun blazing overhead and I’m me, which means that I am completely coated in sweat. If someone had laid down some vinyl, I would have turned it into my personal slip and slide.
Afterwards the group I was with was given the opportunity to change but not shower. Being the resourceful and shameless person I am, I decided to take an airplane shower. In the middle of the crowded park bathroom. To give the other women a heads up I shouted “Comment dit-on it’s about to get gross?” and started to take off all of my clothes while splashing myself so vigorously with water that my pants were soaked after.
Huzzah, I’m back.
Excellent! Live large and loud!
That is my motto. Live large, loud and nude.
So, are you fluent yet?
I lived in francophone Switzerland for five years. I’m not fluent. I nearly went to jail because I couldn’t quite get my numbers straight on that tax check. Oops.
Not even close. But thank you for asking. At the very least I know my numbers so hopefully I can avoid jail time.
This brings back memories of an immersion trip I took in Ecuador; the way you described the apparent link between language and exercise is dead on! Como se dice “fuck I need some water”?
Happily there was a stream running through the trail. Also “fuck” is a French word now. Super useful.