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Saturday
Mar082014

Always with the anglais

I went to sleep furious with myself last night.

I slipped and fell in the street yesterday. And while I was fine, my camera was not. I had it (in its protective case, thank you) in my purse, and it plummeted with me--nose down--to the cobblestones below. I immediately turned it on and off, and everything seemed fine. But when I got it home and had a real chance to survey the scene, I found the lens had crunched up, and that the whole thing is now completely smoosh-jammed.

Major stomach punch. Major.

I am officially trying to embrace this attitude: I didn't get hurt and a camera lens can be replaced! This was not something I did on purpose and it can happen to anyone, anywhere! (Because it certainly keeps happening to ME, everywhere.) But here is my actual attitude: Oh god oh god oh god, does this mean I have to "parlez-vous anglais?" my way through a French camera store??

Since Nichole left Paris a couple days ago, I am now fending for myself. And although this is the part of traveling I like--seeing myself take on a new challenge in an unfamiliar place--I'm noticing that I'm delaying a few items on my to-do list simply due to my lack of decent French skills. (Getting a SIM card for my cell phone...printing out and mailing some documents at the post office...that sort of stuff.)

I'll get those things done--I always do--but after losing the lens last night, I blew my top. Granted, jet lag is a contributor and I'm mad that I now need to shell out extra money. But, more than that, I was stupid-angry at myself for not knowing French--a language I never learned in school (I'm the Spanish sort) and one that only crept into my mouth when I started studying it six weeks ago after we decided to come to Paris.

Obviously, it's ridiculous to feel this way. Just like tripping in the street, it's not something I have complete control over at this very moment. But I do know it's something that will get better once I start making the effort.

So I am heading to a nearby cell phone shop this afternoon to parlez-vous and s'il vous-plait my way into a SIM card. Because I can't properly communicate with my friends here in Paris without it. And lord knows I need to make a call to somebody ASAP who can tell me not only where to find a good camera shop, but also teach me how to best translate the term "smoosh-jammed."

 

Reader Comments (6)

Try English..then Spanish...I've done this quite a few times. You might get some weird looks, but it's all part of the experience. ¬°Buena Suerte!

March 8, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterDawn Sheals

Hey Amy! I don't know how urgently you need a new lens, but I will be in Paris on April 9 if you need a B&H mule. I also have a couple of acqaintances in Paris I could introduce you to.

March 8, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterHeather

Ha! Gracias, Dawn. And Heather--thank you so much for the offer! I'll let you know if I need a mule. ;) xo

March 8, 2014 | Registered CommenterAmy

I always learn something from you, Amy--- I will now add "smoosh-jammed to my repertoire. :)

March 8, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterJoyce

That's my daughter. She always gets right back up.

March 9, 2014 | Unregistered CommenterDaddy Bob

Oh man, that's rough...I feel for you. I'm also loving "smoosh-jammed". Can't wait to meet you next week!

March 9, 2014 | Unregistered Commentersusan

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