One of the great things about my little holiday was that I got the opportunity to practice my French. I did French many many moons ago when I was at school and haven't really needed to use it since. So I took all available chances and spoke (probably quite badly) French whenever I could. In our apartment we really got into two game shows that were on in the early evening; we had a great time trying to translate the questions and then choose the right answer.
On an evening out The HoF asked for help with the translating of the menu - think he'd been impressed by my ability to ask for my skis to be changed. Now I was very clear in my explanation "the first two are steak, the third is duck, the fourth is lamb. I know the fifth one includes beef but I have no idea what the other words mean, sorry." We all place our orders and The HoF goes for the beef...
I must admit we were a little cruel, as we all laughed when his food arrived. You see, somewhere amongst the words I didn't know must have been RAW!
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