People sometimes ask me what is the hardest part about living in Paris.
You might be surprised at my response.
It is communicating with non-French people.
Picture this: two people who speak French as a second language try to have a conversation
"How is your here I try to find the word for the thing that your legs are attached to at the top of your legs but below your waist" (Yes I meant hip)
"Vous avez le truc pour nettoyer la uses circling motion with both hands?" (She was very surprised when I showed her the toilet brush. She wanted to mop the floor. I am so glad we cleared that one up!)
"What is the word in English for" (Yes that is just what we need, the insertion of another language we do not have in common. That will surely help this conversation!"
It can be quite funny at times, very frustrating at others. I think at the end of the day everyone appreciates understanding and being understood. If it takes considerable work to make that happen, we should perhaps be grateful.
But hey, I am no Buddha.