Even years later (six to be exact…oh god has it really been that long??), I can still remember clearly a professor telling our seminar how she’d wasted time learning French. My ears still bleed and I cringe internally just thinking about it. To give a bit of context the course was a Global Health seminar …
When I first decided to visit Morocco, I had no idea the ordeal (I mean that mostly in a positive way) I was embarking on. For such a small country it is so, so, so, diverse and will test you emotionally, physically and mentally. I tried to do a bit of research before my arrival, …
So about three years ago now, (wow has it really been that long??) I flew to the South of France and stayed with a lovely family near the small town of La Ciotat. Patricia and Bernard (my wonderful host parents) ran a Bed and Breakfast out of their home and I helped out in a …
“Sydney I’m really sorry to bother you…” Véronique’s words drifted into my ears as I came to after a fitful nap on the couch. Was I still dreaming? Why is she speaking English? Were my first thoughts as a pushed my flu-ridden body to a seated position. “Uh…désolé, pardon?” I managed out. She continued in …
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“So how much French did you understand?” my aunt asked as we walked out of the theater. “A bit.” I mumbled, slightly embarrassed that after two years of studying the language all I’d understood during my first French movie was “a bit”. August in Sydney is like any other month in the city – mostly …