An Expensive-Ass Letter

Hi all and Happy 2016!!!  I told myself that THIS year, I was going to blog on a regular basis. Now, I lie to myself so take it for what it’s worth. Anyways, I have moved to the beautiful City of Lights and figured I’d start sharing my experience with you…my peeps…my e-family.

So, being offered a job transfer to Paris was so. freaking. exciting! Then, I was like, “wait, I don’t speak French.”  But immediately was like, “Self, it doesn’t matter.  You can pick it up!” LIES!

I took an immersion class in Washington, DC for 7 weeks before I moved…and know how to say my name and count.  I can’t tell you how helpful that has been.

French Person:  Excuse me, would you like something to eat?

Me:  Je m’appelle Nikki.  Neuf.

French Person:  Um, hi Nikki.  What do you mean by the number 9?

Me:  *blank stare* Deux

French Person:  Wanders off and takes away sharp objects

It is getting better though.  I am now taking French lessons twice per week and while I do get frustrated at the fast pace, it helps to push me forward into learning the language so I can assimilate faster.

Which brings me to sharing my experience at the post office (or La Poste) as it’s called here.  My sorority sister requested I send a letter to her child’s kindergarten class that basically says that I saw the gingerbread man here in Paris.  I write and address the letter, figure out what I need to say at the post office to buy the correct number of stamps, and head forth to bask in a moment of triumph.

Sigh.  As I get to the counter, I show my letter and ask how much I needed to pay in postage to mail the letter to the United States.  I hear something that sounded like “set” which I took to mean 7 (which is “sept” in French).  So, I buy 7 stamps and place ALL 7 ON THE LETTER.

Did you ever read the Harry Potter books?  If not, there is a passage about Molly, Harry’s best friend’s mom, mailing him a letter thru the “Muggle Post” (non-magical letter mailing, which is basically what I am doing).  Since they normally use owls to deliver letters, his wizarding family didn’t know how much postage to put on the letter.  It looked like this…

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What my letter looked like.

 

Which is exactly how my letter looked to travel from Paris to Indiana.  When I put all 7 stamps on the letter, the address was just barely visible.  I give it to the postman, he looks at me and was like, “Why are there so many stamps on this?”  I was like, “Sir?  What?  You told me 7 stamps.”  He looked at me and muttered something in French that sounded suspiciously like “bless her heart” which we all know in southern US means that person is “special.”

After removing 6 stamps, I was finally able to get it mailed.  No telling where the gingerbread man is now…:)

 

 

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