English is my first language. I have no second. Well, I sometimes have little chats with myself in Latin, but just because the voices in my head know the same words I do.
Recently, I almost convinced a Mexican woman I spoke Spanish. We were talking about small mammals, and she said, “We had a … I don’t know how to say it in English .. mapache -“
“Raccoon?” I asked.
“Oh, you know Spanish!”
“No, you were making a mask out of your fingers when you said ‘mapache’.”
So in a few days we fly to Quebec City, where they speak French. I am not prepared. I need to download the French translation apps to my iPhone again. All I retained from Paris is “Sortie” (Exit).
Gary is prepared. Gary is limiting himself to French porn exclusively. “Faisons-le comme les ratons laveurs font!”