As I get ready to leave France to join my wife Jean in Beijing, China, I find myself holding onto France tighter and tighter. My conversations with my neighbors have become a little less perfunctory- a tribute not to my increased fluency, but a desire to just plain speak French.
I appreciate walks with my dog Duke, trips to the Saturday and Sunday markets, and the other little things, just a bit more.
I’ve also gone on a video rampage, buying up bargain DVD’s of old American movies that I can play in French. I found a movie pass that Jean and I bought many months ago for films at a multiplex theater in Geneva, Switzerland. We hadn’t used it that much so I’ve gone the last three days to see (what else?) American movies dubbed in French. As I told Jean, even though I don’t get all the French, I rarely remember English movies I see the next day so I’m not really behind the eight ball. Besides, since I have to work harder at understanding what’s happening, I actually remember a little more of the French movies, even if my interpretations are less than accurate.
One of the cruel twists nature has been playing has been to make the weather perfect. About ten days ago we had snow in the Jura Mountains and temperatures had dropped to near freezing in Gex.
Then, voila. The weather warmed up and everything reminds me of perfect fall weather from my childhood in New England.
Well, time to get back to Superman- the one where Gene Hackman creates un homme nucleaire.