Making memories

The wonderful thing about capturing memories is that the good ones, the best ones, only grow better with age. Sure, the photos may be grainy and poorly-lit, not likely to win any awards or even get printed. And yet, how special that we can treasure our memories so easily, storing them away for a rainy day, storing them away to remind us that life is truly beautiful and we are very blessed.

 

We've been married almost four months now. Last weekend we celebrated a little achievement (making it through our French course!) with a delicious meal at C'est Bon, Woollongabba. I know we've shared countless meals together, and will share countless more in the years ahead. But it's these little moments that make life beautiful and I don't ever want to forget.

Nous parlons francais!

Well, a little bit at least!

 Our French Summer School finished last night. It was intense but so worthwhile, and we're so surprised / proud of how much we picked up. We can say the essentials - 'Je ne sais pas' (I don't know), 'Je ne comprendre pas' (I don't understand) and 'J'oublie' (I forget!). We can also make silly sentences like 'Nous aimons manger le chat bleu' (We like to eat the blue cat), and do much more useful things like introducing ourselves and talking about food, travel and our home.

Crossing the Schonell Bridge into UQ

Reading 'The Little Mermaid' in class

The student concentrating..

Will also pulled out 'Ma femme, elle s'appelle Laura. Elle est tres jolie' (My wife, her name is Laura. She is very pretty!) in our speaking exam, which made the rest of the class smile and left me blushing :)

And if we suddenly throw our arms up in the air, exasperated, and let out a couple of strong French words, we're probably practicing our newly-acquired French swear words. I never swear in English, but what is it about saying something, anything, in French, that feels so sexy? Je ne sais pas!

first day of school

We are off to French school tomorrow! We've signed up for a summer intensive at IML, two nights per week for the next seven weeks, and we're looking forward to the challenge. I've been practicing all the French words I know, things like 'baugette' and 'ooh la la' and 'pas de chat' (which means 'step of the cat' - an old ballet term I'm sure will be absolutely no use in class).

We'd both love to speak a second language and there are handful of French-speaking countries we'd like to work in sometime in the future. And secretly, I'm hoping the more French I speak, the more likely Will will take me to Paris. A girl can dream, no?