Having arrived in France for a month-long vacation, I believe I speak for all of you when I say that the first thing on my agenda was naturally to take an exam. I passed into the top level French class, with a student from Portugal, two from Bahrain, and a half-dozen from Switzerland. Most of the school at the moment is Swiss, but there's a boatload of Italians and Australians due to arrive next week. I can already tell that the course is going to be really useful: I've tried to do what I can to maintain my French since my last visit here, but there are just so many little things that slip when you don't have the chance to practice them. Today I made the mistake of explaining the French word for 'straw' to another student with a reference to the three little pigs, and was immediately prodded by the teacher to recite the story to the rest of the class (the Bahrainians hadn't heard it before, and I'm guessing it just reinforced their impressions that we're all insane).
After class, the new students got an orientation tour of the city. It was mostly about administrative issues (the tourist office, where to buy bus passes, rent bikes, etc.), but we did see some of the sites as well:
Ship, I'll see you your big clock, and I'll raise you.
I'm pretty sure this supermarket is older than anything in our country.
And, only in France would someone build an avant-garde grain silo:
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Looks like a cute little town - a lot of character. Are you going to rent a bike?
"Il y avait une fois trois petits cochons et un loup avec des poumons tres fortes."
There probably aren't many pigs in Islamic Bahrain. If you'd brought your travel set of Settlers of Catan, you could have used that analogy and taught the class to play :-)
I hope you're meeting interesting people.
I am clueless how this comment thing works - thought I commented earlier but maybe I sent you an email instead lol. Anyway, I am impressed you placed in the top class. I suspect there are not a lot of French speakers in Anchorage..
Not so much, no.
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