Parle Anglais?
Pierre and Charlotte, a pair of French friends are a riot. They are tres French. Charlotte speaks the better English of the two and ends up translating for Pierre often.
We run into them at the market in the morning as we are picking up ingredients for lunch and dinner. Back at the hostel, making brunch, they are 5 minutes behind us. I watch with great curiosity to see what these two are eating. Cucumber, tomato, cheese, and canned tuna with tomato sauce…interesting. Carter is equally amused by this pair and is happy to hear their French accents and practice un petite peu de Francais.
After wandering the city in the midday heat and treated rudely by an icecream vendor, I am tired and propose a nap in the afternoon. All I wanted was to try the tutti frutti flavour, but the a**hole vendor mocks me “you want to try tutti frutti? What if I go to America and ask to try a big mac?!” Okay you jerk, if you don’t want me to try the flavours, just tell me no. Asshole.
Back at the hostel, Pierre and Charlotte are again 10 minutes behind us. While we nap, Charlotte reads and Pierre goes out to take some photos. “Do you want to go to the beach with us?” Pierre asks. Sure!
They need to go to the ferry ticket office first so we plan to meet up at Jezero beach. The beach is crowded and sadly we don’t see the two until we are leaving, but we plan to meet back at the hostel as we are all planning to make dinner at the hostel tonight.
Back at Al’s place we run into three other Canadians, all from Vancouver (Richmond, same high school as Carter it turns our!). Damn Canadians…we are all over the place 🙂 The trio are travelling together for a year and the girls have plans to do some WOOFING when they get to France so they can practice their French. They are making pasta with Alfredo sauce and Greek salad.
Carter and I make veggies stir-fry with pasta. I am craving veggies. It’s a tiny kitchen so Pierre and Charlotte must wait their turn. When we are done, chef Pierre, coincidentally dressed in all white, takes charge and serves up canned tuna and cucumbers and cheese again for their appy, then proceeds to make spaghetti with tomato sauce. He dumps a jar if sauce into their cooked pasta and proceeds to stir vigorously for 5 minutes. I laugh at his thoroughness. No noodle goes uncoated in sauce!
Charlotte is a nurse and Pierre is taking law exams to be a judge. Nurse Charlotte with her pharmacie kit is on hand to help Pierre, who has cut his feet on the rocky beach. Charlotte rolls her eyes conspiratorially at me, “ee is like a baby”, she says as she gets her band aids and antiseptic out. Pierre points to tiny little cuts that he even has trouble locating, for Charlotte to apply band-aids to. They are so funny.
At night, as we all slowly fall asleep in the darkness of the dorm, Pierre and Charlotte lull us to sleep with their Franglish. “You know, how you say, ze old women, with ze buttocks and their eyes?” What buttocks?… Oh Botox! We laugh and try to converse in silly English and French, and eventually drift off to sleep.
