Can I taste your clothes?

The best part (in my opinion) about learning a new language is the funny mistakes you make.

Today was market day for La Roche Bernard, and my friend Gaelle very kindly offered to take me around. They have some of the best clothes there, and it was a GREAT opportunity to speak with the locals/natives :).

There is a huge difference in the verbs Gouter and Essayer, namely that one is "To Taste" and the other is "to try." So when I asked to taste the clothes at a particularly scrumptious boutique of lady stuff, I was greeted with gales of laughter.

Sad Day.

I also repeated insisted that I died (je suis fatigue= I'm dead, j'ai fatigue= I'm tired). Not yet!

I worked in the cafe today with the Mila Kunis lookalike and the couple who own the store. Two hours of working with stickers later, and I was permitted to start clearing tables. A little girl started chatting me up. A translated version of our conversation went like this.

Me: I'm just visiting for this week. I'll go to university next week.

Little Girl: But what about your children?

Me: My children? I don't have any.

LG: I think you do.

Me: How old are you?

LG: Seven. And a half.

Me: I don't have kids.

This morning I made a heart shaped egg for Grunkle as Granny REFUSED to do so on anti-egg grounds. I tried apricots for the first time and ate five of them, and ate a gluten free pizza. Nevermind why.