Today we had a great day with a new friend, another teacher from my new school. She came over to the house, we chatted for a while about school, then went into town for some real Breton crepes. They were délicieux. She drove us to la pointe du Conguel which was beautiful, and a good way to walk off the chantilly we had just consumed. She drove us around our little presqu'ile and eventually to her parents' so we could park and walk around downtown à pied. Her mother invited us in and offered us water. She was so charming and chaleureuse. As we were getting ready to leave, I excused myself to use la toilette, then we were on our merry way. It was a great day, in all, and I arrived home with a library card, some books, DVDs, an insurance quote, two baguettes, and hopefully a new friend. At dinner, Dan and I reflected on our day as we ate our seaweed-derived pasta. It turns out that the day didn't go as smoothly for Dan:
Dan: Yeah, today was great until you all abandoned me.
Me: Um, what?
Dan: When you both went to the bathroom. (sarcastically) Thanks for checking with me first, by the way.
Me: I said I was going to use the bathroom before we left.
Dan: Yeah, maybe. In FRENCH. You left me with her mom who was babbling on about something-
Me: Dan, I highly doubt she was babbling. She was probably offering you another glass of water or telling you about her house.
Dan: Didn't sound like that to me. I mean, I had no idea what she was saying to me and didn't want to offend or upset her. She thought I understood. She was being so nice! At one point I nodded. I scanned the room and saw a photo of a little girl in a Breton outfit. It was adorable and I realized that I could say something:'J'adore cette photo.'
I don't know why, but we were laughing hysterically at this point, with cidre almost spouting out of our noses.
I guess it's good to laugh at ourselves.
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