Ah, French and baseball, two things I can't quite get enough of. And this weekend I got both!
It all started last week when I was messing around on facebook at work. I realized when I came back from the copy room that I had a couple of messages from my friend Ludo, who I went on a date or two with back in France. Anyways, it's been a while since I've spoken French really. But the entire time we messaged back and forth in a.) French slang and b.) shortened computer words. I nearly understood all of it, how easily it comes back.
Apparently Ludo's working in the Caribbean now and plans to come to the United States to practice his English, "since he knows someone living there." I thought he was joking and told him I planned to be living near a beach in California within the next two years. That's when he said, in French, "You better not be joking, I'm extremely serious about coming to visit." So apparently he wants to come hang out with la Californienne, practice his English, and continue my French education and get me back in the French-speaking groove for two weeks.
I'm really excited and hope he's serious! It'd be so fun to hang out for a few weeks and show him around my world, after he took me around his for a few months.
I would have had more French this weekend, because my family wanted to go to my favorite French crêperie out here in Stockton. It's owned by this recently-transplanted Breton, who always tries to get me to speak French with him. Since I'm always out with my boyfriend or coworkers, I get really nervous about speaking in French. I'm not sure why I've always been self-conscious about that, especially how everyone always complimented me on my French, even the administrators at my schools when I was living there, as well as my roommate and all her friends. Tant pis.... I'll get over it some day. But it's only open for Sunday brunch and since we had baseball until 4 p.m. last night, couldn't make it out in time to grab some crêpes. But I do have TONS of berries in the fridge, so maybe I'll make some of my own tonight! Those were the first thing I can recall learning how to cook, since my mémée (grandma) taught me how to make them when I was super young.
And while I briefly alluded to it, here comes the baseball part. We had a three-day home stand against the nation's No. 1 team this weekend: UC Irvine. It could have been better, could have been worse, but the best part for me was during Saturday's pre-game. I had just finished my radio broadcast for our softball game at noon (last game of the year, so it was my last broadcast of the year) and had everything in the press box/on the field set up and ready to go for the baseball game. Since it was three hours until go time, the players were starting to warm up before taking batting practice.
And I got to warm up and play catch out there!!! It was probably one of the best things ever. I felt so silly (being a girl playing out there with all the baseball boys), but I miss playing soooo bad. I'm really excited I got the chance to get a little catch and long-toss in before the game!
It all started last week when I was messing around on facebook at work. I realized when I came back from the copy room that I had a couple of messages from my friend Ludo, who I went on a date or two with back in France. Anyways, it's been a while since I've spoken French really. But the entire time we messaged back and forth in a.) French slang and b.) shortened computer words. I nearly understood all of it, how easily it comes back.
Apparently Ludo's working in the Caribbean now and plans to come to the United States to practice his English, "since he knows someone living there." I thought he was joking and told him I planned to be living near a beach in California within the next two years. That's when he said, in French, "You better not be joking, I'm extremely serious about coming to visit." So apparently he wants to come hang out with la Californienne, practice his English, and continue my French education and get me back in the French-speaking groove for two weeks.
I'm really excited and hope he's serious! It'd be so fun to hang out for a few weeks and show him around my world, after he took me around his for a few months.
I would have had more French this weekend, because my family wanted to go to my favorite French crêperie out here in Stockton. It's owned by this recently-transplanted Breton, who always tries to get me to speak French with him. Since I'm always out with my boyfriend or coworkers, I get really nervous about speaking in French. I'm not sure why I've always been self-conscious about that, especially how everyone always complimented me on my French, even the administrators at my schools when I was living there, as well as my roommate and all her friends. Tant pis.... I'll get over it some day. But it's only open for Sunday brunch and since we had baseball until 4 p.m. last night, couldn't make it out in time to grab some crêpes. But I do have TONS of berries in the fridge, so maybe I'll make some of my own tonight! Those were the first thing I can recall learning how to cook, since my mémée (grandma) taught me how to make them when I was super young.
And while I briefly alluded to it, here comes the baseball part. We had a three-day home stand against the nation's No. 1 team this weekend: UC Irvine. It could have been better, could have been worse, but the best part for me was during Saturday's pre-game. I had just finished my radio broadcast for our softball game at noon (last game of the year, so it was my last broadcast of the year) and had everything in the press box/on the field set up and ready to go for the baseball game. Since it was three hours until go time, the players were starting to warm up before taking batting practice.
And I got to warm up and play catch out there!!! It was probably one of the best things ever. I felt so silly (being a girl playing out there with all the baseball boys), but I miss playing soooo bad. I'm really excited I got the chance to get a little catch and long-toss in before the game!
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Bretons apparently like to travel abroad and export their crêpes. At least that's what three of my friends are doing, all in different countries!
Funny!
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