Fantasy French

Throughout the day I have fleeting thoughts for ideas to share with you. By the time I arrive home they disappear from every last recess and crevice of my brain. I have determined that a small un caheir (notebook) is in order. Who knows what French gems have escaped exploration? For the time being.
I realize as I start my exploration of all things French. I have my own French Fantasy. I have preconceived ideas of France, the French, the culture, the food, the ideals, the weather, the architecture, right down to the very energy one might feel on certain “French” days. Is this how Fantasy Football works? Everything you can possibly dream up in one place and all for you? Perhaps in last week I have become reticent about pursing this relationship. I run the risk of destroying my expectations. I suppose this is the fate of all relationships. The honeymoon period – the fantasy perhaps. Non! The real thing, no matter what, has the potential to be better than anything I fantasized about.
Disappointingly, I have not started my language regiment. I don’t know about you, but I am still recovering from the holidays. This is the first evening since December 11th that I have had more than an hour by myself. So here I sit. A movie in my DVD player, the language and the subtitles turned to French. “The Little Black Book of Paris the Essential Guide to the City of Light, my travel French and sparkling water are by my bed. Shortly I will go to sleep ungodly early and start the day tomorrow with a long, solitude walk with my lovely Riley. Who speaks French to Rats and Raccoons. La Surprise! Bonne Nuit!