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Learning French Language

According to Wikipedia,

“French is the second-most studied foreign language in the world, after English.”

But it is the 17th most spoken language in the world ( by natives). 

First comes: Mandarin,  Spanish, English, Hindi-Urdu, Arabic, Bengali, Portuguese, Russian, Japanese, Punjabi, German, Javanese, Wu (Shanghainese), Merathi, Telugu, Vietnamese and then… French! lol

I wonder what is the use of learning French.  It’s so far from being the most spoken language on the planet…    Have you learned it? Why? I am French but just don’t get it. Why would anyone learn a language if they can’t use it?

I understand it is highly important for a child to learn a different language from an early age. It helps building connections between neurons, and develop the brain-cells.

But it doesn’t explain why so many people choose French…

If you have your idea on the subject I’d love to hear it. Thank you.

Jane Doe

Most people feel embarrassed when they walk in front of your camera. Most of them walk around you, wait or even duck… This lady didn’t.

As I am flicking through the pictures of the day, I pose for a minute, studying this one. It seems this lady actually deliberately walked past my lens and smile. I have 3 pictures of her walking straight into my shooting! She is elegantly looking straight at me, smiling happily, fully confident and beautiful… I don’t usually take pictures of people unless they are approving.  But since this lady played with the camera so willingly, I feel that I owe her the honour: I have to publish this photo.

If you are this gorgeous lady or even know her and think I should remove the post, please let me know. I will right away.

 

Pre-teenager tough time

“The day the child realizes that all adults are imperfect, he becomes an adolescent; the day he forgives them, he becomes an adult; the day he forgives himself, he becomes wise”

That’s a comment from ” http://squarewheeljockey.com” I find interesting.

Being a pre-teen it’s a tough age. Not yet a teenager and deep down still wanting to be a child,  realising the parents are far from perfect, their body changes, new voice for boys, growing up so quickly is exhausting and makes them clumsy for  a while because they have no time to adapt to their new size, because of that same new size, adults expect them to behave like teenagers or even adults but they’re still children really… without any wisdom, not much knowledge and almost zero experience of life… That’s tough.
Their whole perception of the world around them, their own environment, gets shattered…

Adjustment is long and hard, painful and scary… they need loads of love and patient guidance to come out perfectly healthy and well balanced, happy and appreciative of every one’s’ effort who helped them through…
I’d hate to be 12 again… unless I can go through it with my almost 40  years experience… ha ha … and even that might not be enough to overcome and smooth out the metamorphosis!

To Lend Or Not To Lend ?

One would have to wonder what is the best behaviour from a parent towards their child when it comes to lending them our belongings…
When I was 10, I was given a box of 24 colouring pencils. Excellent brand , they were so smooth to use…

I made numbers for them so they would always find their spot in a shading rainbow like arrangement. I don’t remember having a case at all for them but recall clearly taking them out and displaying them neatly on the table prior to using them, always following the numbers. They always had to be in that order. I didn’t like people touching them and always made sure I was the only user. People, drop them, forget to bring them back, let alone put them in the colour order!!

Now, being a mother of two, I’ve had to go through the dilemma: “lend or not to lend”… ?

I did. I did lend them my pencils. I waited 10 years though… just to make sure!! lol

They loved them right away and quickly became  their favourite for they are so great to use, excellent quality.

For 20 years I have kept my best pencils in great shape ( some of them would only be 5 or 6 cm long only!), my rubber collection was still in its special case,  and many other fantasy stationary items…

It’s been one year now and only 1 is left! The grey one.

Today… they’re all scattered, lost , damaged, broken… Who knows what happened?

Now what did I teach my children by doing that?

What did they learn?

“You’ve learned to not lend us your stuff mum” said “big chérie”

What did I learn?  Never to expect anything from people.

 

Travelling Back

Depuis mon plus jeune age, maman a toujours emplit des carnets de voyage a chaque nouvelle aventure.

As far as I can remember, mum has always covered pages on her travelling diaries with the details from  each new adventure.

De quel virus ai-je hérite ? Celui de voyager ou celui de noter mes découvertes?

Which virus did I inherit from her? The travelling bug or the writing of my discoveries trance?

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Voila que dans un vieux carton oublié, je retrouve mes livres de bords…

Here they are, in an old forgotten cardboard box, all my travelling diaries.

Voyons voir… Je m’installe confortablement et me laisse happer par la curiosité de re-découvrir ces endroits merveilleux sous un regard nouveau, plus mature peut être…

Humm… let me see… I need a comfy spot. The curiosity of re-discovering all these marvellous places I once visited, with a new eye, more mature maybe, is sucking me in.

Quel bonheur de revoir le monde avec les yeux de l’innocence!

Oh, what a delight to see the world with an innocent eye again.

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