I have limited reasons for leaving my house during the week. Let’s face it, shopping cannot be an everyday activity (even for me…much as I hate to admit it.) and I’m basically a homebody. Besides, as you know, I enjoy my books and spend a lot of time with them. Even when I go on my walks I’m accompanied by either my music or a nice story. (Actually as a side note, I find that if I’m listening to a particularly good story, I’ll walk much longer just to keep listening.)
Anyway…where was I…Oh, yeah. So I spend a lot of time in my own little cave, my private little world. So often after spending a few days of hibernating in my easy chair, I head out into the great French unknown for provisions or a lunch date and it’s at those times that I receive quite a shock.
I’ll be in my car with music or a story being pumped into the speakers via my MP3 and the second I get out of my car it hits me, as Nick Danger would say, ‘like the hot kiss at the end of a wet fist’, slam! Toto I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore. Someone will open their mouth and foreign words come pouring out!
It’s bizarre but even after this long in the country I still have those moments of shock. Everything looks normal and then someone speaks or I see a man standing along the side of the road peeing, and it all comes rushing back. “Wait a minute, these people are foreign!”
That is all.
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