That innocent question, “What do they speak when they get home”, I realise, was the tip of the iceberg of the huge undertaking that is settling into and integrating into a new country.
...when you're annoyed it kinda feels like that. Like you're cycling through all the colours. Doesn't it?
I’m enjoying myself, rocking up to strangers and demanding that they engage in conversation. They are enchanted...
When we moved to France (at rather short notice) in March last year, we threw our two girls, aged 7 and 9, into the local school. Our experience was one of learning. This article aims to pass on some of our experiences, and lists my tips for smoothing the way in a new school, new … Continue reading Integrating – New School, New Language, New Culture
"Mummy, have we got any old romans? Because I need to take one to school..." I'm LOVING my children speaking French. Just LOVE it.
Sometimes I utter a phrase in French, which, as it leaves my mouth, I know to be utter garbage. Some recognisable words in there but strung together in an ugly melange of tenses that must sound horrible, with perhaps a hopeful colloquialism thrown in for good measure...
In a previous post I mentioned a wee 'trick' I've noticed to help with understanding words beginning é ('e' acute) : Replace the 'é' with an 's' and you fairly often see a word in English - or one like it, that has the same meaning. e.g. 'épice' becomes 'spice' - and guess what? That's … Continue reading Stone the crows!