Learning to speak French is becoming an issue for me. Try as I may, it is a bit of a pain. Perhaps it’s because my brain is full of trying to deal with everyday life.
I’m not learning to speak French, but I want to—I really do. However, challenges every day seem to take up my learning time.
Like bedding.
I can’t seem to understand bedding. In one of the blogs, I mentioned how confusing it is to choose a bed size. To start with, the measurements are all in metrics, which means I start with a disadvantage. Then, there are more configurations and iterations in bed sizes than you want to know. When I think I’ve figured it out, I mess up.
Just do it
Yesterday, I drove friends from Uzès to the train station in Nimes. They have a vacation home here and were heading back to Australia by train with an overnight in Paris. The large Carrefour store is in Nimes, and I’ve wanted to check out a few other stores, so taking my friends to the train station was a perfect excuse for a shopping trip.
Picky-picky
Yes, I know I’m picky. Finding the right-sized linen for a bed seems necessary. I should have considered that when I purchased the two 80x200cm beds instead of 90x190cm for my tall American guests. Who knew there were no linens to fit? The guy who sold the beds to me did not think I’d have these problems—or maybe he did. I couldn’t understand everything he was telling me in French.
The finished guest room
So what do you think?
