Practicing my French

It's always a pleasure for me to be able to welcome guests who speak French. I don't get to practice all that often, so when the chance does present itself, I'm all in. My French, to be honest, is rather rusty. I will always understand it, till the day I die, but sometimes when I go to speak, the words don't come out quite as fluidly as I'd like, and I feel a bit embarrassed since it's my native tongue. But, c'est la vie, as they say.

This week we hosted a couple, Gabrielle and Simon, from Quebec City. They were super cool people, so full of appreciation. We spoke French with one another (although their English was flawless). They followed Kevin the first night and retrieved the bulls and placed them in their shelter. They helped put the Bettys away and close the ponds, too. The next day, they fished for their trout dinner and went hiking on the many trails.

We learned that they, too, rent out their apartments on Airbnb, so next time Kevin and I visit Quebec City, we know where we'll be staying!