Many things in France replicate that of America. Brother/sister arguments, over committing to children’s activities, making wrong turns, cursing, being sarcastic…..I am not saying I didn’t expect this, just some things I have noticed as I get to know my new family.
But tonight in the car home from Louis-Auguste’s fencing class (not so American) I was asked if I knew “mac-doughnald.” My mind was thinking too hard and I couldn’t quite put together what was said or why I would know this French person/place/thing? Then like a brick it hit me…”OH, McDonald’s?” Idiot, I thought to myself. I have to stop thinking they are so different from us that a stop at a fast food restaurant wouldn’t be normal. And although fast food is not my favorite, I felt much better eating it in this country! The pronunciation, which I couldn’t decifer at first, is not harsh and, well, American. I taught them how to pronounce it like Americans, and cringed at the difference. Believe me, next time you have to go stop at McDonald’s, say it with a French accent and you will almost taste the elegance of the sound in the Big Mac…..almost.