Welcome to day 1 of this series, A Week Around the World! I asked and a whole bunch of lovely bloggers agreed to post throughout the week about love, travel, or any combination of the two. They’re kindly doing this as I’m hanging out with my parents and probably running around like a headless chicken trying to tie up any loose ends for the wedding. Today’s post is by Sara in Le Petit Village. Honestly, all of the stories were so wonderful I did the most fair thing and arranged them to debut alphabetically by country. So Sara can thank her adopted country of France for getting her the first spot Her blog is a hilarious look into a small French village and the extra large personalities she’s ended up living with! She’s kindly popped over today to tell us how it all began…
Bonjour! My name is Sara Louise and while I can normally be found blogging over on my blog, Sara in Le Petit Village, today I’m here keeping Polly’s space occupied while she busies herself with her Russian wedding planning. And since Polly is marrying her Russian, I thought I’d tell you about how I married my Frenchman and ended up living in an old barn in a tiny village in the South of France.
Five years ago, I walked into a nightclub in Dublin (one that I had zero interest in being in) and walked out with my future husband (the whole thing was pretty much fate). We were a couple from the get go and despite what you would think, the huge language barrier between us was actually a blessing…
By our third date (which was only one week after we met), it became clear that we needed a lot of help communicating, so as we sat in a wine bar in Dublin, the French-English dictionary came out. So our conversations consisted of little bits of English, a French word here and there, dictionary translations, some Spanish when we were really at a loss, and lots and lots of pointing. But this is where all of that language difficulty came in handy – texting. Since actual phone conversations were pretty much impossible, we relied on texting.
You know how when you first start dating someone, there is all of that analyzing that we do with our friends, spending hours and hours deciphering EVERY. SINGLE. WORD our crush uttered à la He’s Just Not That Into You and Sex and The City?
Well with my husband there was none of that, there was no need. Because of his lack of English, and my lack of French, we had to be crystal clear when communicating; no games, no being coy…
“Would you like to go to dinner?”
Just like that, crystal clear, no room for interpretation, we had to say exactly what we meant otherwise things would be too confusing altogether.
And honestly, all of that clear communication with the boy that I didn’t share a language with sped the whole thing right up, and that’s how after only ten months of knowing each other, and not being able to play games, I was on a plane to France to begin my new life in Le Petit Village. I hope you pop by and say hi sometime!
And that’s a wrap! Thanks, Sara Louise, for that great start to the week(ish) of guest posts going on here!