Bienvenue a English Monday

Fou rire. When you start laughing and can’t seem to stop, even though it hurts.

But not because of our linguistic adventures.

Gael’s French friends in Toulouse who he met while studying in Montreal last year installed English Mondays at their apartment to practice speaking. This inspired Gael to propose the same, and today was our first “English Monday.”

We had lots of good laughs, both searching for words to translate various hand gestures and sound effects (it’s hard sometimes being the foreigner, but it’s also pretty darn hard being the support for the non-native speaker!).

It must’ve been the English that irritated his sinuses or something, because Gael kept on needing to blow his nose. He said it felt like something was stuck between his throat and his nose. Must be that darn “th” sound. It’s like me and those French “r” sounds.

After several failed nose-blowing attempts, Gael giggled with relief and amusement – in his tissue he found a solid 2 cm of tagliatelle pasta.

That’s got to be a relief.