<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:29:09.503-08:00</updated><category term='To the Bakery and Beyond'/><category term='as we leave the Gate'/><category term='Gary'/><category term='Baja Mexico'/><category term='Jean and Roger boat neighbors from Alemeda w/Rick and Glenna friends for years their first sail with me. A great trip to the islands off La Paz'/><category term='crew all the way to Cabo'/><category term='Mucho rafted up in Morro Bay California'/><title type='text'>Learn French Avec Moi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-8411732384825507749</id><published>2008-12-12T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:01:23.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma Chere Amour</title><content type='html'>I get this email, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cher(e)&lt;/span&gt;,"&lt;br /&gt;Now I know enough about French tell you this is a opening like saying Mr(s), but "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cher&lt;/span&gt;" I find out is dear, so we would say, Dear Mr.(s), meaning Mr or Mrs. They can do the gender in one word, kinda like "I can name that song in two notes" . So anyway, I am wondering now about that word.&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of naming songs, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ma chere amour&lt;/span&gt;" this is what has me messed up. I wondered how that was spelled, surely not as above since you can't pronounce the last e in french.&lt;br /&gt;So I have this discussion with my step daughter." &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cher&lt;/span&gt; " it does mean dear, and they use it as a term of affection also. So why have I learned the a word "Chereee"? Well she tells me you can pronounce the last E in songs and poetry. Songs and poetry pass along so much language, no wonder I'm messed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-8411732384825507749?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8411732384825507749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=8411732384825507749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/8411732384825507749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/8411732384825507749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-get-this-email-chere-now-i-know.html' title='Ma Chere Amour'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15957679639540091853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-3585786111702976024</id><published>2008-08-26T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:09:08.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Return of the language from hell"</title><content type='html'>I'm back and taking French class at DVC, a Jr college in Concord CA.&lt;br /&gt;So it's me and Seb my French speaking son trying to figure stuff out together.&lt;br /&gt;I have enough vocabulary  to sometimes fill in the gaps with  Sebs  English.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to French class last night and  am fixing dinner, I ask Seb if he wants "3" "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;trois&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;poisson&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well he tells me no it's "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tRois&lt;/span&gt;" I can't hear this, I pronounce it like "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;toi&lt;/span&gt;" or you. I miss the "r" thing and how that works. When people say "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;toi&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;trois&lt;/span&gt;" it sounds the same to me, and I have never been corrected before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People get a little sloppy with language and I think most of the French don't pronounce well anymore than we do English. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oui&lt;/span&gt;" for instance is pronounced by the kids in Belgium "WAY" rather than the known "WE". I understand this is a Paris thing also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a French speaking teacher that also speaks English, this is making my understanding of what I am learning come a little quicker. My Dutch speaking teacher with little English was great but this is a easier for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really listening to the words and trying to figure this out last night. Something else hit me.&lt;br /&gt;When you are trying to learn the gender of nouns you have to learn the proper article which written is easy to see. It's a little more difficult to hear. For instance "la chaise" the chair, is feminine. But when people are talking they will use the plural or"les&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; chaises&lt;/span&gt;" the chairs. OK so the S's are silent and this is pronounced "le&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; chaise&lt;/span&gt;" which would be masculine, now "les" and "le" are not pronounced the same but it sounds more like "le" then "la" and I get confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else did I learn, well "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;neuf&lt;/span&gt;" is not only nine but NEW, so there is this town near the airbase in Belgium call "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Neufmaison&lt;/span&gt;" it was kinda a small town, I always thought it meant 9 houses. So maybe it's like NEWHOUSE Minnesota.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-3585786111702976024?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3585786111702976024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=3585786111702976024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/3585786111702976024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/3585786111702976024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2008/08/return-of-language-from-hell.html' title='&quot;Return of the language from hell&quot;'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15957679639540091853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-5738603859830702758</id><published>2008-07-26T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:00:08.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-5738603859830702758?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5738603859830702758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=5738603859830702758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/5738603859830702758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/5738603859830702758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15957679639540091853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-6446415422656019904</id><published>2008-05-15T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:00.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a good cup of coffee</title><content type='html'>Well when you get your coffee in bed, you don't complain to much. But on my arrival  down stairs  I tried to correct what  I was told was not a good cup of  coffee.  To  weak, so I  made the next cup with much less milk. This was way to strong. Anne told me she came down and remade to pot. It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;jus de chaussette"&lt;/span&gt; or sock juice. So now she got the much stronger coffee with less milk.&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do after my coffee, I go to the office, pictured below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKYdd6CmIIA/SCvwpPR4u7I/AAAAAAAAABA/33T-_uxQnRQ/s1600-h/100_2635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKYdd6CmIIA/SCvwpPR4u7I/AAAAAAAAABA/33T-_uxQnRQ/s320/100_2635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200514785996225458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-6446415422656019904?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6446415422656019904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=6446415422656019904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/6446415422656019904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/6446415422656019904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-good-cup-of-coffee.html' title='Not a good cup of coffee'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15957679639540091853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKYdd6CmIIA/SCvwpPR4u7I/AAAAAAAAABA/33T-_uxQnRQ/s72-c/100_2635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-724550165587266703</id><published>2008-03-31T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:01.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKYdd6CmIIA/R_EohvsBTbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AYlBiJbzLlc/s1600-h/100_2556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKYdd6CmIIA/R_EohvsBTbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AYlBiJbzLlc/s320/100_2556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183969206282046898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Chocolate of course, it was packed downtown at Leonidas, they are known as the best value in the chocolate business.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't quite get the weather right this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKYdd6CmIIA/R_EoiPsBTcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jigMEtacatY/s1600-h/100_2558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AKYdd6CmIIA/R_EoiPsBTcI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jigMEtacatY/s320/100_2558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183969214871981506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKYdd6CmIIA/R_EoivsBTdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rGwEQDHfJ9E/s1600-h/100_2559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKYdd6CmIIA/R_EoivsBTdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rGwEQDHfJ9E/s320/100_2559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183969223461916114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKYdd6CmIIA/R_Eoi_sBTeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-cqRIKJh2cU/s1600-h/100_2560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKYdd6CmIIA/R_Eoi_sBTeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-cqRIKJh2cU/s320/100_2560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183969227756883426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-724550165587266703?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/724550165587266703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=724550165587266703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/724550165587266703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/724550165587266703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15957679639540091853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AKYdd6CmIIA/R_EohvsBTbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AYlBiJbzLlc/s72-c/100_2556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-4573306233031382161</id><published>2008-03-31T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:01.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normande</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKYdd6CmIIA/R_El-fsBTZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/utHDN4u3IEQ/s1600-h/100_2423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKYdd6CmIIA/R_El-fsBTZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/utHDN4u3IEQ/s320/100_2423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183966401668402578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Normande bridge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;town&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Honfleur&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; spot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pretty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;harbor&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;fish&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;restaurants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKYdd6CmIIA/R_El-_sBTaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Lmpg-ThdEVk/s1600-h/100_2428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AKYdd6CmIIA/R_El-_sBTaI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Lmpg-ThdEVk/s320/100_2428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183966410258337186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-4573306233031382161?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4573306233031382161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=4573306233031382161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/4573306233031382161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/4573306233031382161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2008/03/normande.html' title='Normande'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15957679639540091853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AKYdd6CmIIA/R_El-fsBTZI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/utHDN4u3IEQ/s72-c/100_2423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-6416692478728234605</id><published>2008-02-09T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T10:02:12.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at SHAPE today, Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe, were in the bowling alley. It's really fun to listen to all the different languages and try to figure where everyone is from. The girl serving us, I guessed Romania, no Poland. Then there is this large group having a birthday party, I listen, they are all speaking Spanish, ok what NATO country speaks Spanish?&lt;br /&gt;Americans of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-6416692478728234605?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6416692478728234605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=6416692478728234605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/6416692478728234605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/6416692478728234605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-at-shape-today-supreme-headquarters.html' title=''/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15957679639540091853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-944313384619109204</id><published>2008-02-03T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:38:41.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>French Logic is like Military Intelligence</title><content type='html'>I have to start thinking French to speak French. Language is like music, when I play it I don't think about it. A song is like one thing, it just flows out. A friend told me you learn phrases, I do that is music. It has to be like that because French is French it has nothing to do with English, you can't think English and translate to French, you have to think French.&lt;br /&gt;So don't think logic, French and logic have nothing to do with each other, just like military and  intelligence. In French "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;intelligence militaire&lt;/span&gt;" they also say "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;d'oxymore&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French class today was about the infinitive, they have some kind of "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;logique&lt;/span&gt;" for this but I can't figure it out. You just have to think French. The cheese is "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;le fromage&lt;/span&gt;" cheese is "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;du fromage&lt;/span&gt;", more than two cheeses would be "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;des fromage&lt;/span&gt;" but you don't use this formula with everything&lt;br /&gt;One beer or many beers, is "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;de la biere&lt;/span&gt;" singular feminine, also used for plural. In begium there is no such sentance as, " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;J'ai trop de biere&lt;/span&gt;" I have too much beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-944313384619109204?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/944313384619109204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=944313384619109204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/944313384619109204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/944313384619109204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2008/02/french-logic-is-like-military.html' title='French Logic is like Military Intelligence'/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15957679639540091853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-6154401022682905025</id><published>2008-01-01T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T09:22:49.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had a nice visit from a retired Greek General. An old friend of Anne. I thought it would be interesting to hear something about what it was like at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NATO&lt;/span&gt; back in the 70's. He speaks Greek and English, his friends that came along spoke French and Greek, so for the first time Anne and I both couldn't understand at least some of the conversation, but Anne to talk to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the General if it was hard to get everyone to understand what people were trying to say at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NATO&lt;/span&gt;, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; was not the mother tongue of most of the nations. He told me the funny thing was, the Americans and the English had the most problems with understanding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-6154401022682905025?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6154401022682905025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=6154401022682905025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/6154401022682905025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/6154401022682905025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-had-nice-visit-from-retired-greek.html' title=''/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15957679639540091853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-4184968325956350859</id><published>2007-12-10T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T12:13:22.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love my French class. If you are stupid and you only know one language English is the one to know. Everyone in my French class speaks at least two, so someone can help them out in some language.&lt;br /&gt;The Italian guy is helping the Indian guy in English, and the Mexican guy is helping the Brazilian guy in Italian. It makes me laugh. The teacher starts telling us all this stuff and all I can think is "if I understood what she was saying would I be here?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-4184968325956350859?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4184968325956350859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=4184968325956350859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/4184968325956350859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/4184968325956350859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-my-french-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Ed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15957679639540091853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-174856637127200465</id><published>2007-10-28T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T10:17:46.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdu?</title><content type='html'>Lost? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I am always &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;perdu&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; I'm driving, walking around or listening to someone talk.&lt;br /&gt;So French fries aren't French, they are Belgian as posted on my June 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; blog, what about French toast? Today I found out this is called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;perdu&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; or bread lost. When your bread is old and stale you soak it in milk and egg. Why would someone do this to perfectly good bread what are we thinking? They must think it is really strange that we do this with fresh bread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-174856637127200465?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/174856637127200465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=174856637127200465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/174856637127200465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/174856637127200465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/10/perdu.html' title='Perdu?'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-2231184078264600920</id><published>2007-10-21T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:02.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RxuQHgLa1wI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dyhylC-zXEM/s1600-h/100_2280.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Brussels closed the streets to car traffic for the day so we rode bikes downtown. People brought there horses and walked as well, but a lot of bikes. It was really nice to take your time riding around these beautiful streets on a sunny day without the cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123847459635386114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RxuQHgLa1wI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dyhylC-zXEM/s320/100_2280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Perot, Seb, and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RxuQIALa1xI/AAAAAAAAAI8/BkQXUCv_Z9k/s1600-h/100_2288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123847468225320722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RxuQIALa1xI/AAAAAAAAAI8/BkQXUCv_Z9k/s320/100_2288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelie's school "La Cambre"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-2231184078264600920?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2231184078264600920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=2231184078264600920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/2231184078264600920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/2231184078264600920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/10/brussels-closed-streets-to-car-traffic.html' title=''/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RxuQHgLa1wI/AAAAAAAAAI0/dyhylC-zXEM/s72-c/100_2280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-8114214336990754644</id><published>2007-10-20T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T10:09:56.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stephen Stills "Four and Twenty Years Ago" might have been inspired by his French class. This was written I think before he met his French wife but in french 80 is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quatre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vingt&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; four twenty. The Belgians say a few numbers differently from the French. 70 in French is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soixante&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dix&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; sixty ten, the Belgians say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;septante&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;equivalent&lt;/span&gt; to seventy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in French class the books have pictures to help you understand what they are saying, there is a page of people in a town, you are supposed to figure out who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;discribed&lt;/span&gt; by each paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cuvelier&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Il&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;travaille&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dans&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;l'immobilier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This guy is a realtor, no clue in the pictures for this. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Il&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;quarante&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;quatre&lt;/span&gt; ans&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; that 44 years could be one of 4 guys. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Tres&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ambitieux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Very ambitious, not really seen in the pictures. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Il&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;fait&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;escalade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He mountain climbs. That's the guy wearing the climbing harness. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Il&lt;/span&gt; est &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dynamique&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;travailler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Yeh&lt;/span&gt; a guy that rock climbs is going to be a dynamic traveller, he'll go all sorts of places, WRONG. He's a dynamic worker, they faked me out, why would a guy that has better things to do be a dynamic worker? I'd never seen &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;travail&lt;/span&gt;, used except as the verb for work, why would I think that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-8114214336990754644?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8114214336990754644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=8114214336990754644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/8114214336990754644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/8114214336990754644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/10/stephen-stills-four-and-twenty-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-6130917019357005788</id><published>2007-09-25T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T02:06:48.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, Chinese is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chinios&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; so&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chenois&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; the village we live in, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Chen"&lt;/span&gt; is dog so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dogese&lt;/span&gt;? Well I was told it might have something to do with oak trees, nice try Ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are learning to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conjugate&lt;/span&gt; verbs. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Est"&lt;/span&gt; is seen again. meaning "is" . So how do you say "it's east"? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Est est"&lt;/span&gt; ? No &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;c'est&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;l'est&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; sounds nice. In a sentence, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Oui&lt;/span&gt; Celeste, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;c'est&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;l'est&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt; Kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Roman languages all have a formal form of "you", in French &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;vous&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; for the formal. It is also the plural or "they". My instructor pointed out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; does not have this formal form. I started to think about being in Texas where someone might say to you, "Ya all need anything?". this could be said to a single person, or a group. We wondered if this being the south if maybe this came from the French?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-6130917019357005788?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6130917019357005788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=6130917019357005788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/6130917019357005788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/6130917019357005788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-chinese-is-chinios-so-chenois.html' title=''/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-237338815446038373</id><published>2007-09-25T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:02.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebs summer job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RvjKVwLa1vI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UUff4cEB-io/s1600-h/100_2223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114059851938060018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RvjKVwLa1vI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UUff4cEB-io/s320/100_2223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seb worked at "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B.D. World&lt;/span&gt; "for his summer break. They had an event downtown where all the shops had promotions. Seb and another employee wearing costumes of famous cartoon characters handed out discount coupons. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B.D.&lt;/span&gt; as they say in french stands for "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bande desinee&lt;/span&gt;" or strip drawing. The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Smurfs&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tin Tin&lt;/span&gt; are Belgian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-237338815446038373?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/237338815446038373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=237338815446038373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/237338815446038373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/237338815446038373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/09/sebs-summer-job.html' title='Sebs summer job'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RvjKVwLa1vI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UUff4cEB-io/s72-c/100_2223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-8173021250880751111</id><published>2007-09-17T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T08:40:22.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.2daysinparisthefilm.com/"&gt;http://www.2daysinparisthefilm.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretty funny film, Anne and I really related to all the misunderstanding between language and culture. If your a Woody Allen fan, this is a french female version of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-8173021250880751111?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8173021250880751111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=8173021250880751111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/8173021250880751111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/8173021250880751111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/09/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-7768437273759811918</id><published>2007-09-08T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:02.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chez Moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Chez moi,"&lt;/span&gt; my house. Easy enough. I've heard this for years. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Moi"&lt;/span&gt; is my, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"chez"&lt;/span&gt; must be house. The judges say wrong. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Chez"&lt;/span&gt; translates as "at". Figure that one out. Classes start next Saturday. I'll be going to a Flemish school to learn French, this should be interesting. GLTT is in the next town over. I can take the train very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RuOY11x45MI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pW-zwKLYWkY/s1600-h/may1+161.jpg"&gt;Amelie's new school, La Cambre, she will go to GLTT on Saturdays with me for German&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108094453105091778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RuOY11x45MI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pW-zwKLYWkY/s320/may1+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-7768437273759811918?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7768437273759811918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=7768437273759811918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/7768437273759811918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/7768437273759811918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/09/chez-moi.html' title='Chez Moi'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RuOY11x45MI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pW-zwKLYWkY/s72-c/may1+161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-7680882762583419621</id><published>2007-09-07T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:03.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antartic scientific housing, made in Belgium</title><content type='html'>Containers on sleds will be pulled by this turbo snow cat.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RuFgZ1x45KI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GeVFpn_qgdo/s1600-h/may1+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107469449464177826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RuFgZ1x45KI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GeVFpn_qgdo/s320/may1+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RuFgaVx45LI/AAAAAAAAAIc/94JgT-meeYI/s1600-h/may1+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107469458054112434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RuFgaVx45LI/AAAAAAAAAIc/94JgT-meeYI/s320/may1+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the building that will be shipped to Antartica to be used to house scientist. Pretty interesting project. The structure will be wind and solar powered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RuFd2Fx45II/AAAAAAAAAIE/JS4o6NVR8ao/s1600-h/may1+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107466636260598914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RuFd2Fx45II/AAAAAAAAAIE/JS4o6NVR8ao/s320/may1+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they are sitting here the double pane windows with very thick glass on one side, will be mounted with about a foot of air space between. So two double pane windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107468057894773906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RuFfI1x45JI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ay8BZl5du7E/s320/may1+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-7680882762583419621?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7680882762583419621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=7680882762583419621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/7680882762583419621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/7680882762583419621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/09/antartic-scientific-housing-made-in.html' title='Antartic scientific housing, made in Belgium'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RuFgZ1x45KI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GeVFpn_qgdo/s72-c/may1+172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-5188971281323575930</id><published>2007-09-07T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T07:11:48.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belgain politics, a note from the "Economist"</title><content type='html'>TIME TO CALL IT A DAY&lt;br /&gt;Sep 6th 2007  Sometimes it is right for a country to recognise that its job is done&lt;br /&gt;A RECENT glance at the Low Countries revealed that, nearly three monthsafter its latest general election, Belgium was still without a new government. It may have acquired one by now. But, if so, will anyone notice? And, if not, will anyone mind? Even the Belgians appear indifferent. And what they think of the government they may well think of the country. If Belgium did not already exist, would anyone nowadays take the trouble to invent it? Such questions could be asked of many countries. Belgium's problem, if such it is, is that they are being asked by the inhabitants themselves.True, in opinion polls most Belgians say they want to keep the show on the road. But when they vote, as they did on June 10th, they do so along linguistic lines, the French-speaking Walloons in the south forFrench-speaking parties, the Dutch-speaking Flemings in the north forDutch-speaking parties. The two groups do not get on--hence the inability to form a government. They lead parallel lives, largely in ignorance of each other. They do, however, think they know themselves:when a French-language television programme was interrupted last December with a spoof news flash announcing that the Flemish parliament had declared independence, the king had fled and Belgium had dissolved, it was widely believed. No wonder. The prime minister designate thinks Belgians have nothing incommon except "the king, the football team, some beers", and he describes their country as an "accident of history". In truth, it isn't. When it was created in 1831, it served more than one purpose. It relieved its people of various discriminatory practices imposed on them by their Dutch rulers. And it suited Britain and France to have a new,neutral state rather than a source of instability that might, so soon after the Napoleonic wars, set off more turbulence in Europe. The upshot was neither an unmitigated success nor an unmitigated failure. Belgium industrialised fast; grabbed a large part of Africa and ruled it particularly rapaciously; was itself invaded and occupiedby Germany, not once but twice; and then cleverly secured the headquarters of what is now the European Union. Along the way it produced Magritte, Simenon, Tintin, the saxophone and a lot of chocolate. Also FRITES. No doubt more good things can come out of the swathe of territory once occupied by a tribe known to the Romans as the Belgae. For that, though, they do not need Belgium: they can emerge just as readily from two or three new mini-states, or perhaps from an enlarged France and Netherlands. Brussels can devote itself to becoming the bureaucratic capital of Europe. It no longer enjoys the heady atmosphere of liberty that swirled outside its opera house in 1830, intoxicating the demonstrators whose protests set the Belgians on the road to independence. The air today is more fetid. With freedom now taken for granted, the old animosities are ill suppressed. Rancour is ever-present and the country has become a freak of nature, a state in which power is so devolved that government is an abhorred vacuum. In short, Belgium has served itspurpose. A praline divorce is in order. Belgians need not feel too sad. Countries come and go. And perhaps away can be found to keep the king, if he is still wanted. Since he has never had a country--he has always just been king of the Belgians--he will not miss Belgium. Maybe he can rule a new-old country called Gaul.But king of the Gauloises doesn't sound quite right, does it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-5188971281323575930?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5188971281323575930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=5188971281323575930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/5188971281323575930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/5188971281323575930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/09/belgain-politics-note-from-economist.html' title='Belgain politics, a note from the &quot;Economist&quot;'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-2343500109446417416</id><published>2007-08-20T01:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:04.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belgian coast</title><content type='html'>The kite sailors have out numbered the board sailors here about 20 to 1. It gets really crowded here on the weekends. It's a destination that causes traffic jams like coming home from Tahoe on holiday weekends. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RslYgVx45GI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VQfkK_m6M8k/s1600-h/100_2221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100705365599249506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RslYgVx45GI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VQfkK_m6M8k/s320/100_2221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Belgians and Americans are still protecting the coast together a WW1 and 2 tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RslYg1x45HI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2ipGhE0YucI/s1600-h/100_2218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100705374189184114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RslYg1x45HI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2ipGhE0YucI/s320/100_2218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-2343500109446417416?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2343500109446417416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=2343500109446417416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/2343500109446417416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/2343500109446417416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/08/belgian-coast.html' title='Belgian coast'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RslYgVx45GI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VQfkK_m6M8k/s72-c/100_2221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-2604260504093030516</id><published>2007-08-20T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:05.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veere, Holland</title><content type='html'>Sailing in Veere, Holland is very nice. Popular as you can see, the habor gets a little crowded. We visited Middleberg as well as Veere. Very nice towns.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RslWh1x45DI/AAAAAAAAAHc/np2_FwCUig0/s1600-h/100_2210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100703192345797682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RslWh1x45DI/AAAAAAAAAHc/np2_FwCUig0/s320/100_2210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice shifty breeze to keep you sharp on small boat sailing. Some barge traffic but not to bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RslWiVx45EI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h9MyuMsYv_o/s1600-h/100_2174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100703200935732290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RslWiVx45EI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h9MyuMsYv_o/s320/100_2174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Very nice buildings, a nice outdoor market, bikes to rent, and miles of bike paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RslWilx45FI/AAAAAAAAAHs/614pALI1ddg/s1600-h/100_2199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100703205230699602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RslWilx45FI/AAAAAAAAAHs/614pALI1ddg/s320/100_2199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-2604260504093030516?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2604260504093030516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=2604260504093030516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/2604260504093030516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/2604260504093030516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/08/veer-holland.html' title='Veere, Holland'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RslWh1x45DI/AAAAAAAAAHc/np2_FwCUig0/s72-c/100_2210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-1902781684412441929</id><published>2007-08-12T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:05.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Nuit Musicale de Beloeil</title><content type='html'>You know how in some languages you always want to buy a vowel. Way to many consonants. Well French don't seem to have that problem. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Beloeil"&lt;/span&gt; what are you supposed to do with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"RATATOUILLE"&lt;/span&gt; the new PIXAR film, they do the phonetics rat-a-too-ee is a dish made in "Nice" pronounced knee's, with tomatoes, eggplant and zucchini, in Belgium it's got potatoes and other stuff. Anyway &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Beloeil"&lt;/span&gt; pronounce bell-lew-ee is a town out passed NATO, head quarters. This castle is there built in the 1300's, the same family still lives there. They have events there and use it as a park to pay the expenses. Last night was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"La Nuit Musical de Beloeil"&lt;/span&gt; The night musical in Beloeil. A night of Schubert music on 13 different stages all over the grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/Rr9HqpZC4fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rVCqVQm4b_Q/s1600-h/100_2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097872101197668850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/Rr9HqpZC4fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rVCqVQm4b_Q/s320/100_2128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was topped off with fireworks at 11:30. Great castle, beautiful grounds, and a nice evening. It was a bit crowded, I think we will pass next year. Kinda sad since I've gone every year since I've lived here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097905292704932354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/Rr9l2pZC4gI/AAAAAAAAAHU/g78y3Ml944A/s320/100_2147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-1902781684412441929?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1902781684412441929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=1902781684412441929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/1902781684412441929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/1902781684412441929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/08/la-nuit-musicale-de-beloeil.html' title='La Nuit Musicale de Beloeil'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/Rr9HqpZC4fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rVCqVQm4b_Q/s72-c/100_2128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-7627276256973617188</id><published>2007-08-05T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:05.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda like the Russian River</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RrYbF5ZC4cI/AAAAAAAAAG0/28HXwI2mWvM/s1600-h/100_1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095289816535458242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RrYbF5ZC4cI/AAAAAAAAAG0/28HXwI2mWvM/s320/100_1377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we were in Dinant, home of Adolph Saxe, the inventer of the Saxaphone. It's quite a town with a great Citadell and Church. Today was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Jour famille amusement",&lt;/span&gt; FFD, Family Fun Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;River kayaking the class .5 river. One waterfall got a lot of water in the kayak but nothing really to get excited about. Great scenery and check out this castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095292075688255954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RrYdJZZC4dI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LQZzi5Bgqfs/s320/100_2123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the gang&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RrYeKJZC4eI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Nw8dpFLz5Ho/s1600-h/100_2121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095293188084785634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RrYeKJZC4eI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Nw8dpFLz5Ho/s320/100_2121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-7627276256973617188?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7627276256973617188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=7627276256973617188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/7627276256973617188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/7627276256973617188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/08/kinda-like-russina-river.html' title='Kinda like the Russian River'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RrYbF5ZC4cI/AAAAAAAAAG0/28HXwI2mWvM/s72-c/100_1377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-3645168230292409414</id><published>2007-07-29T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:07.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KOLN or COLOGNE</title><content type='html'>Met up with the Tracey family visiting friends in Germany, Helen is sitting to the right of Anne and I, she missed being in the photo.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RqxzfJZC4aI/AAAAAAAAAGk/diJ1Ji-JvuA/s1600-h/100_2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092572257583292834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RqxzfJZC4aI/AAAAAAAAAGk/diJ1Ji-JvuA/s320/100_2099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what I learned going to Cologne for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RqxzfZZC4bI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1WjDpoHKwfw/s1600-h/100_2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RqxzfZZC4bI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1WjDpoHKwfw/s1600-h/100_2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RqxzfZZC4bI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1WjDpoHKwfw/s1600-h/100_2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RqxzfZZC4bI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1WjDpoHKwfw/s1600-h/100_2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092572261878260146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RqxzfZZC4bI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1WjDpoHKwfw/s320/100_2100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RqxSWpZC4VI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HmBJDO435vc/s1600-h/100_2075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092535827670688082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RqxSWpZC4VI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HmBJDO435vc/s320/100_2075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you click on this photo and enlarge it you can see the signs with the town names. This is on the north side of Brussels where all of a sudden I have no clue what these towns are. I'm supposed to be going towards &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Liege"&lt;/span&gt; the French spelling of this town, well now all the signs are Flemish, which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; to Dutch. What is really strange, we were on the way to "Cologne" which I don't know the Flemish for but the German is &lt;a title="Köln (disambiguation)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/KÃ¶ln_(disambiguation)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Köln&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;. So now you need to know the spelling for towns in three languages just to drive a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;As we were coming back the signs had the German towns in German and the Belgian towns in French so "Liege" was back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we got out of the car we saw a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;miniature&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Louvre"&lt;/span&gt; type structure. This is a sight were they are digging up the Roman city below the street level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RqxSXJZC4WI/AAAAAAAAAGE/u8jDSZ1TaVs/s1600-h/100_2080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092535836260622690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RqxSXJZC4WI/AAAAAAAAAGE/u8jDSZ1TaVs/s320/100_2080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RqxSXZZC4XI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jb4_50ddvMU/s1600-h/100_2076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092535840555590002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RqxSXZZC4XI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jb4_50ddvMU/s320/100_2076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what you see looking down into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pyramid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next of course something French, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"la plus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ancienne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;masoin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;parfum&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;, this Italian living here &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RqxSX5ZC4YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1fPdJ-gOkdg/s1600-h/100_2105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092535849145524610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RqxSX5ZC4YI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1fPdJ-gOkdg/s320/100_2105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;created a new fragrance and named it after his home town. The word &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"cologne"&lt;/span&gt; in French is not as we use it in the states as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kleenex&lt;/span&gt; of the perfume industry but only for fragrances from the city of Cologne, just as they use &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Champagne&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely the Kleenex of Gothic, the DOM as they call it, like the Doumo in Florence, an amazing building that really g&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RqxSYJZC4ZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ch3LI9Tev9A/s1600-h/100_2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092535853440491922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RqxSYJZC4ZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ch3LI9Tev9A/s320/100_2090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ives you an idea of the power and influence of the church in Europe. When you look up Gothic architcture, this building is usally at the top of the page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-3645168230292409414?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3645168230292409414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=3645168230292409414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/3645168230292409414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/3645168230292409414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='KOLN or COLOGNE'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RqxzfJZC4aI/AAAAAAAAAGk/diJ1Ji-JvuA/s72-c/100_2099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-4062455247669669364</id><published>2007-07-02T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:08.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EST, OUEST, NORD, SUD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pronunciation 101&lt;/strong&gt;. East, West, North, South easy enough. Well lets first try to understand the rules for pronunciation. When do you pronounce the last letter in a word? Well it's pretty tricky. Let's start with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Est"&lt;/span&gt; or East. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Est"&lt;/span&gt; is also a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conjugation&lt;/span&gt; of the verb &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;etre&lt;/span&gt;",&lt;/span&gt; pronounced &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"e"&lt;/span&gt; the last two letters thrown out. For east it is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"est"&lt;/span&gt; you use them all. Now &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ouest&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;oui&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; starts with the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"w"&lt;/span&gt; sound and is pronounced &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"west"&lt;/span&gt; like west. So &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nord&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; or north is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"nor"&lt;/span&gt; the "d" is silent of course unless your saying northern &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nordiste&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; where the "d" is used. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Sud"&lt;/span&gt; I see all the time, in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nord&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; of Europe of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"sud"&lt;/span&gt; but Belgium being the big beer capital of the world, I thought they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;referring&lt;/span&gt; to suds as we refer to foam on the beer. WRONG, anyway back to 101, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"sud"&lt;/span&gt; is the pronunciation with a long U, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;syd&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; as they do the phonetics. OK so now I have to figure out the short and long vowel rules which don't seem to match ours, when to use and drop letters and don't forget the accented letters I don't have the keyboard for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RoiyX5MSwLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fZkF2VuqI7Y/s1600-h/100_1955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082508303046721714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RoiyX5MSwLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fZkF2VuqI7Y/s320/100_1955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chapelle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ouest&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; the 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt; of SHAPE in Belgium, a service to remember class mates that have died&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RoiyYJMSwMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tH37h83oPwU/s1600-h/100_1965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082508307341689026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RoiyYJMSwMI/AAAAAAAAAFs/tH37h83oPwU/s320/100_1965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just to show you NATO isn't wasting any money up grading class rooms at the international school in SHAPE. Still as they were when Anne went there in 1978&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RoiyYZMSwNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EUyktrsIXfw/s1600-h/100_1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082508311636656338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RoiyYZMSwNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/EUyktrsIXfw/s320/100_1966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found Biff from "Back to the Future" he was there the Conference Championship year, go Spartans, must be something in the name that inspires greatness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-4062455247669669364?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4062455247669669364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=4062455247669669364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/4062455247669669364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/4062455247669669364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/07/est-ouest-nord-sud.html' title='EST, OUEST, NORD, SUD'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RoiyX5MSwLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fZkF2VuqI7Y/s72-c/100_1955.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-2730608172277941840</id><published>2007-07-01T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:09.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/Roin-pMSwJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qpv_UA_qaJw/s1600-h/100_1948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082496874138747026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/Roin-pMSwJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qpv_UA_qaJw/s320/100_1948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amelie and her childhood friend Charlotte graduating High School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not as formal an event as we are used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/Roin-5MSwKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EBrTa1yRr6M/s1600-h/100_1953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082496878433714338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/Roin-5MSwKI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EBrTa1yRr6M/s320/100_1953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No cap and gown but Amelie sports her "Ian Anderson Boots".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She would have been a Tull fan if she was 30 years older &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Seb&lt;/span&gt; passed all his tests also, so no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt; this summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-2730608172277941840?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2730608172277941840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=2730608172277941840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/2730608172277941840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/2730608172277941840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/07/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation Day'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/Roin-pMSwJI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qpv_UA_qaJw/s72-c/100_1948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-7228562223961758298</id><published>2007-06-17T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:10.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"La bataille de Waterloo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monument to the Battle of Waterloo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RnU1_vkOvpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ht_2UF69t8U/s1600-h/feb07+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077023524146560658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RnU1_vkOvpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ht_2UF69t8U/s320/feb07+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's interesting, I've never really been a history buff, you have to wonder about the effects of the past on the present. Let's start with the Dutch and the French thing in Belgium. You can see here that the English, Dutch, and Germans a very important alliance took down Napoleon. So why didn't the French go home? Has to kind of make you wonder who won that war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's one of the first big European alliances and the French were on the outside. So today there is NATO, and yes they are a member nation, but they have pulled out there military support. So they get the advantages of the treaty without the cost. Which go beyond the cost of providing military. The relationships the French have with some nations would not be there if they were more involved with NATO, and that would effect the cost of resources. It seems what the French &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like is the US running the show, but Belgians I talk to feel that the US is paying for it they should run it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the bakery this morning and asked why it was so quite. They told me it was because of Napoleon, now this bakery is across the street from the Wellington Museum, most of the time you'd think Napoleon was the only person there. A battle of 200,000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;solders&lt;/span&gt;, 60,000 killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellington gets a bit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;notoriety&lt;/span&gt; in Waterloo, he was the British General at this famous battle, but still people refer to Napoleon much more often. What she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;referring&lt;/span&gt; to was the re-enactment of the battle which took place all weekend on the sight of the original battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;British troops taking position for the first part of the battle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mount of the monument in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077029867813256866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RnU7w_kOvqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SSlDev9cT14/s320/100_1857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The battle field&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077030834180898482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RnU8pPkOvrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/iTuMhSXulP8/s320/100_1938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This kinda reminded me of going to the Crosby golf &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tournament&lt;/span&gt; and trying to see Arnold Palmer but all you could see was the umbrella's in front of you. Today you would be going to the AT&amp;T to see Tiger Woods, here you'd want to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;glimpse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of Napoleon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wellington&lt;/span&gt;, or Amelie's favorite Jerome, Napoleon's brother.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077032131261021890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RnU90vkOvsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yjxu7vovFCc/s320/100_1934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-7228562223961758298?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7228562223961758298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=7228562223961758298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/7228562223961758298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/7228562223961758298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/06/le-bataile-du-waterloo.html' title='&quot;La bataille de Waterloo&quot;'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RnU1_vkOvpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ht_2UF69t8U/s72-c/feb07+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-969556542213429343</id><published>2007-06-14T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:11.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friterie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RnEO1PkOvoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DKTvds91du4/s1600-h/frites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075854562897608322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RnEO1PkOvoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DKTvds91du4/s320/frites.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see a lot of signs as your driving around, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friterie&lt;/span&gt;",&lt;/span&gt; is a place that sells &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frites&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; what we would call fries, or french fried potatoes. Now if they called them that it would be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pomme&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;terre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;au&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Francais frit&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;, a little long since they call the potato, apple of the earth. The fries here are a big deal as you can see, they are served as a lone snack all over the place, with salt or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mayonnaise&lt;/span&gt;, another Belgian thing. The reason they are called French fries is they are french cut potatoes fried. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You see car lots on the side of the road, the cars have signs that say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"occasion"&lt;/span&gt; they use this word as we do but in this case they have another meaning, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another word I saw a few times under a road speed sign, had me wondering. Is this something I need to worry about? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Rappel"&lt;/span&gt; again they use it as we do, to rappel down something with a rope, but in this case I think it is a reminder, of the speed limit. The judges say YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-969556542213429343?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/969556542213429343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=969556542213429343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/969556542213429343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/969556542213429343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/06/friterie.html' title='Friterie'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RnEO1PkOvoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/DKTvds91du4/s72-c/frites.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-370784613946718806</id><published>2007-06-12T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:11.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fromage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/Rm5kevkOvmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wVyWWlczZZs/s1600-h/P1000619.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had Anne's mothers 70th birthday party, about 40 family members were there. I don't have the group picture but it hit me a little strange when I was the only one saying &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Fromage"&lt;/span&gt; everyone else said CHEESE. I talked to my sister in Italy about this. She said they say cheese there also. Did you know that in Italy and here they understand GREEK so if something is complicated they say, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"c'est du chinois"&lt;/span&gt; it's chinese to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/Rm5kffkOvnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4oFr0nUgtO8/s1600-h/P1000618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075104322305310322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/Rm5kffkOvnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4oFr0nUgtO8/s320/P1000618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-370784613946718806?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/370784613946718806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=370784613946718806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/370784613946718806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/370784613946718806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/06/fromage.html' title='Fromage'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/Rm5kffkOvnI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4oFr0nUgtO8/s72-c/P1000618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-7303412240363944692</id><published>2007-06-02T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:11.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Oiseau est mort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RmFPGPmVTgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/I3mVDPnTa20/s1600-h/100_1832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071421624081010178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RmFPGPmVTgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/I3mVDPnTa20/s320/100_1832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other day we went to this park, again on the grounds of an old castle. They had fenced areas with birds. This one reminded me of "Big Bird" on Sesame Street, of course they have a French version, "Rue Sesame" but no &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Grand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oiseau&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Kermit la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grenouille&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; they changed it all around. Anyway it hits me a little strange, as you might notice frog or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grenouille&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; is feminine &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"la"&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;homme&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grenouille&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;masculine&lt;/span&gt; frogman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RmFPGfmVThI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MzEmt4c95Kc/s1600-h/100_1831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071421628375977490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RmFPGfmVThI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MzEmt4c95Kc/s320/100_1831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The castle is fixed up very nicely with a modern resturant bar, where we had our afternoon cafe.&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"il n'y a personne ici"&lt;/span&gt; nobody is here, another strange word you might think you understand. If you heard &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"je n'ai vu personne"&lt;/span&gt; any english speaker can see that is, I saw a person. Judges say WRONG, it translates I saw nobody. A few people were there but as you can see when the wind blew all the water in the umbrella's was blowing around, pretty wet. It's 2.5 eu's to come here and they have tennis courts, boats, miniture golf, and all sorts of things for the kids. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071421636965912098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RmFPG_mVTiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CZrrGbVScmY/s320/100_1849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-7303412240363944692?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7303412240363944692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=7303412240363944692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/7303412240363944692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/7303412240363944692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/06/grand-oiseau-est-mort.html' title='Grand Oiseau est mort'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RmFPGPmVTgI/AAAAAAAAAEE/I3mVDPnTa20/s72-c/100_1832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-2650988703653291329</id><published>2007-05-28T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:12.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RmFND_mVTfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kAsT6Jn66ts/s1600-h/100_1830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071419386403048946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RmFND_mVTfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kAsT6Jn66ts/s320/100_1830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am going to take my driving test again. I got 80% the first time on the sign identification portion. You need 90% to pass. There are about 200 signs in the Belgian driving code. I guess we use a lot more words which keep down the number of signs you need. When everything needs to be multi-lingual it gets out of control. They also warn you when you are coming to a crossing and then put a sign at the crossing. A little redundant. And signs for all the exceptions to the rule "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;priority a droite&lt;/span&gt;", which are constant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-2650988703653291329?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2650988703653291329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=2650988703653291329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/2650988703653291329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/2650988703653291329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/05/stop.html' title='Stop'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RmFND_mVTfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kAsT6Jn66ts/s72-c/100_1830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-7091765006244456334</id><published>2007-05-21T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:12.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autres directions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monet's famous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lilly&lt;/span&gt; pond&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RlHwkvmVTdI/AAAAAAAAADs/Kr445vkJ4E8/s1600-h/100_1743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067095569811721682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RlHwkvmVTdI/AAAAAAAAADs/Kr445vkJ4E8/s320/100_1743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben, don't know if the youth of today lacks focus or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monet's&lt;/span&gt; house just does this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RlHwlfmVTeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/csLDNlYC3rc/s1600-h/100_1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067095582696623586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RlHwlfmVTeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/csLDNlYC3rc/s320/100_1751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our first trip to France. We went to pick up my nephew and see some sights. Ben was to meet us at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Versailles&lt;/span&gt; at 10 AM. he actually was there, we were not. We arrived in Paris a little late. The short cut wasn't that fast. We had a hard time finding signs that pointed us in the right direction. But we found plenty of signs saying "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;autres&lt;/span&gt; directions&lt;/span&gt;" other directions in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. We just went that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Versailles&lt;/span&gt; we found Ben and decided it was a good day for Monet's house. Great village, great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;museum&lt;/span&gt;, great day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-7091765006244456334?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/7091765006244456334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=7091765006244456334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/7091765006244456334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/7091765006244456334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/05/autre-directions.html' title='Autres directions'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RlHwkvmVTdI/AAAAAAAAADs/Kr445vkJ4E8/s72-c/100_1743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-6121035376676810326</id><published>2007-05-10T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:12.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Chat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RkQLZ6FW14I/AAAAAAAAADc/pWLalQlyNWo/s1600-h/100_1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063184420787640194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RkQLZ6FW14I/AAAAAAAAADc/pWLalQlyNWo/s320/100_1706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NATO, SHAPE, what does that mean? It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; "Supreme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Headquarter&lt;/span&gt; Allied Powers Europe". I got a job doing my little part for world peace. I'm making pizza for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;troops&lt;/span&gt;. Believe it or not that involves quite a process. I loved waiting a hour, the office is closed for lunch 12-1, to have a guy stamp my paper, mind you he does nothing else, he doesn't keep a copy, he doesn't write anything down, just looks at it and stamps it. Now this wasn't so bad except now the next office is closed from 1-2 so we wait for them to open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RkQIIqFW13I/AAAAAAAAADU/1P466C_NddM/s1600-h/100_1705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063180825900013426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RkQIIqFW13I/AAAAAAAAADU/1P466C_NddM/s320/100_1705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well the cats &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;le&lt;/span&gt; chat"&lt;/span&gt; need food, I'm out on my own all alone in the Del &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haize&lt;/span&gt;, that's Belgium's big grocery chain, they are actually a US company now. We have two cats &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Nous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;avons&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;deux&lt;/span&gt; chats",&lt;/span&gt; adjectives must be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;masculine&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;feminine&lt;/span&gt; form to match the noun. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Nous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;avons&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; grand chat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;petit&lt;/span&gt; chat. "&lt;/span&gt; If I am talking about the mouse, that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"un grand chat"&lt;/span&gt; likes to bring us in the morning, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;souris&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" Nous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;avons&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;une&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;petite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;souris&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; So where do you find the pet food? What do you know, the isle sign says &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;les&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;animaux&lt;/span&gt;, la cuisine",&lt;/span&gt; I can understand that. They were not saying animal &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"cuisine ",&lt;/span&gt; another french word we use in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;, but that the animal stuff was on that isle and the kitchen stuff is on the other side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Le chat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;meteo&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; the weather cat. It's great, he comes in, jumps on the bed, I can smell if it's raining out side. Nothing like the smell of wet cat. He makes sure I can feel that it's raining also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063185825241946002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RkQMrqFW15I/AAAAAAAAADk/8oWPGDn8z7o/s320/100_1704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-6121035376676810326?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6121035376676810326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=6121035376676810326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/6121035376676810326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/6121035376676810326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/05/le-chat.html' title='Le Chat'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RkQLZ6FW14I/AAAAAAAAADc/pWLalQlyNWo/s72-c/100_1706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-3941427928772893392</id><published>2007-05-04T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T23:22:33.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je vous ecoute</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we entered a friend of Anne's home and I was greeted with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Bonjour, comment allez-vous?",&lt;/span&gt; this was a woman a few years my senior. I knew this did not deserve my normal response, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"bien, et toi?"&lt;/span&gt; The more formal came out of my mouth quite smoothly, I'm sure the subconscious from my grade school french was at work, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Bien et vous?"&lt;/span&gt; I kissed her on the cheek, judges say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"NON"&lt;/span&gt; even though I have been in her house at least 6 times now, that was too familiar, another learn by doing project mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to tell you, at the cafe the waitress arrived and greeted us with, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Je vous ecoute ".&lt;/span&gt; I thought she was speaking Dutch, I hadn't heard this before. Anne answered in French so I had to ask, is she Flemish or French? French, what's wrong with you? What did she say when she came to the table? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Je vous ecoute ",&lt;/span&gt; or "I'm listening to you", now that would sound a little weird or maybe rude in English but very polite in French, like above &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"vous"&lt;/span&gt; shows respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-3941427928772893392?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3941427928772893392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=3941427928772893392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/3941427928772893392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/3941427928772893392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/05/je-vous-ecoute.html' title='Je vous ecoute'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-2590356870546783778</id><published>2007-05-02T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:14.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chien Mechant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/Rjh_G6FW10I/AAAAAAAAAC8/uuJ6j-Yaa0I/s1600-h/may1+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059933937998419778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/Rjh_G6FW10I/AAAAAAAAAC8/uuJ6j-Yaa0I/s320/may1+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See the signs on the gate? Click on the photo to enlarge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was May 1st a big holiday here, workers day. Originally the Feast day of St Joseph the worker. I understand the weather is not usually this nice this early in the year, it has been great for the whole month and people are really taking advantage of this. We went out and of course I misunderstood, I thought we were going to a new coffee house. But we were going for coffee and to see some new houses. This place for coffee is on this really nice pond with a large area around for hiking, picnicking etc. I guess this was part of the property for the castle there. It seems all over Belgium these land holders have given up a lot of their property for public use.&lt;br /&gt;Well what Anne was showing me was the new houses. These are very large places on nice lots. I asked if these were the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nouveau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;riche&lt;/span&gt;",&lt;/span&gt; I love having these french phrases that we use. She told me this was old money that had downsized from the castles that had become to expensive to maintain. So when were these new places built, oh about fifty years ago.Near the pond and the restaurant, the castle had a barn and living quarters for the workers. In the picture you can see the signs on the gate. They are in French and Dutch. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mechant&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; I thought, they sell dogs here, now &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chien&lt;/span&gt;",&lt;/span&gt; is dog but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mechant&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; is wicked. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; go cruising in the gate to buy one. It was a really nice day. Now &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bonjour&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; literally is good day, translates as hello. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bonne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;journee&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; is good day or have a good day. Sebastien always says &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pourquoi&lt;/span&gt; pas"&lt;/span&gt; why not, I use that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. sounds a lot better that just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;oui&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt; Let me try a sentence here. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Pourquoi&lt;/span&gt; pas as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; cafe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;avec&lt;/span&gt; moi."&lt;/span&gt; I think that would mean why not have a coffee with me. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"As"&lt;/span&gt; is the conjugated verb "you have". "And the judges say", &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"NON"&lt;/span&gt; , Sebastien the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pourquoi&lt;/span&gt; pas"&lt;/span&gt; expert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;say's&lt;/span&gt;, I should say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Pourquoi&lt;/span&gt; pas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;prendre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; cafe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;avec&lt;/span&gt; moi"&lt;/span&gt; literally you should take coffee, not have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059880074813560626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="1" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjhOHqFW1zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hp_QHiZfEQ0/s320/100_1687.JPG" width="28" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjhOGKFW1wI/AAAAAAAAACc/aF3gRGWA3qs/s1600-h/100_1680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059880049043756802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjhOGKFW1wI/AAAAAAAAACc/aF3gRGWA3qs/s320/100_1680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not really Starbucks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; it's better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjhOGaFW1xI/AAAAAAAAACk/tE9b3SkPAKU/s1600-h/100_1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059880053338724114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjhOGaFW1xI/AAAAAAAAACk/tE9b3SkPAKU/s320/100_1681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjhOHKFW1yI/AAAAAAAAACs/g_j2P20xuEE/s1600-h/100_1677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059880066223626018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjhOHKFW1yI/AAAAAAAAACs/g_j2P20xuEE/s320/100_1677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the downsized castles, really cuts down on the staffing needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-2590356870546783778?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2590356870546783778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=2590356870546783778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/2590356870546783778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/2590356870546783778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/05/chien-mechant.html' title='Chien Mechant'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/Rjh_G6FW10I/AAAAAAAAAC8/uuJ6j-Yaa0I/s72-c/may1+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-3844665553394960823</id><published>2007-05-01T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:14.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorite de droite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving in Belgium is very easy you just remember &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"priorite de droite"&lt;/span&gt; or The person on the right has the right of way. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Oui mais non"&lt;/span&gt; remember this from our last lesson, yes but no. If you are in a traffic circle the person on the left has the right of way. So understand there are few lights and stop signs except on major streets so you have to go through the intersection looking right and hope the guy on the left doesn't think your stopped because then he can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what I really like about driving in the neighborhood is the streets are 2.5 cars wide, but they park on one side of the street on the 1st-15th then the other side the rest of the month. The traffic goes in both directions understand so which ever side the cars are parked on, these people have to wait. On the the first and 15th it is very hard because till everyone moves, they are parked on both sides of the street. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059563381105022706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjcuFqFW1vI/AAAAAAAAACU/4Z6x0wrTVSM/s320/100_1675.JPG" width="306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May 1st priorite' coming home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059563376810055394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjcuFaFW1uI/AAAAAAAAACM/39hbhQsSNFI/s320/100_1674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;April 30 priorite' leaving the house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Things to know first &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Bonjour",&lt;/span&gt; hello, we kiss just on one cheek in Brussels, Paris it is three kisses. Bye, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;au revoir, or salute&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks you, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;merci&lt;/span&gt;. Thank you very much &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;merci beaucoup&lt;/span&gt;. By the way Brussels in french is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bruxelles&lt;/span&gt;, in Dutch, the other most popular language here, it's Brussel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Left &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gauche&lt;/span&gt; right &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;droite&lt;/span&gt; now here's the tough one straight ahead is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tout droit&lt;/span&gt;, this will have me turning right quite often. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today I had a job interview at the Army base. This is about the only way to get a legal job in Belgium having just arrived. So I will be working for Army Air Force Exchange Services, AAFES, as it is known, for as long as I can stand it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-3844665553394960823?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3844665553394960823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=3844665553394960823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/3844665553394960823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/3844665553394960823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/05/priorite-de-droite.html' title='Priorite de droite'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjcuFqFW1vI/AAAAAAAAACU/4Z6x0wrTVSM/s72-c/100_1675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-3722398106194046691</id><published>2007-04-29T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:15.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oui mais non</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjSQmaFW1tI/AAAAAAAAACE/QYMDSFJceZE/s1600-h/nov,dec06+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058827270955128530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjSQmaFW1tI/AAAAAAAAACE/QYMDSFJceZE/s320/nov,dec06+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the Waterloo outdoor Sunday market in the Winter, right now it is warm and wall to wall people. I found when we go there even though I don't speak french yet I have to pay attention to what everyone is saying. Anne will tell me "they are talking to you!". So now I listen carefully as I stroll the market. As we step up for service I hear, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bonjour madame et monsieur&lt;/span&gt;. Of course a response is required. Now I am learning by listening even as we walk around I hear things. The details are interesting. I know &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"oui",&lt;/span&gt; Amelie taught me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"oui mais non"&lt;/span&gt; this is very Belgian I am told. Yes but no. It reminds me of a cartoon with a small yes and a big But about to come rolling down a big hill at someone, yes BUT. Today I heard &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"mais non"&lt;/span&gt; I thought this might be a quick way to say "oui mais non" but Anne said it is different. I figured it's a soft no, "well no" rather than "NO". I am finding without a lot of guidience new languages are very difficult to truly understand. And as everyone knows even in our native languages we are misunderstood, I truly feel that anything I say in french has little chance of being close to what I wanted to express. Having a french speaking girl friend helps you with some of the basics. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bisou&lt;/span&gt;, kiss, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Je t'aime&lt;/span&gt;, I love you, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Je t'aime bien&lt;/span&gt;, you're a good friend, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Je t'aime beaucoup&lt;/span&gt;, can be I love you a lot, or you are a very good friend. I have just read two books, "A Year In The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merde"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Merde&lt;/span&gt; Actually", they both point out a few things like this that can get you in trouble. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to see an art show and take a community walk, they do these frequently, they map out some routes and half the town is out walking around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-3722398106194046691?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3722398106194046691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=3722398106194046691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/3722398106194046691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/3722398106194046691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/04/oui-mais-non.html' title='Oui mais non'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjSQmaFW1tI/AAAAAAAAACE/QYMDSFJceZE/s72-c/nov,dec06+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-4157721526608456818</id><published>2007-04-29T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:15.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To the Bakery and Beyond'/><title type='text'>Bonjour</title><content type='html'>It's all about food quality with Anne, as it is with my sister of &lt;a href="http://www.divinacucina.com"&gt;www.divinacucina.com&lt;/a&gt; . So as we Americans have come to believe they shop everyday in Europe, small refrigerators fresh food everyday. Well at this house it's different than that. We shop a lot of days but we have a big freezer and we go to different markets on different days for special things available only at these places. Today is Sunday and we go first thing to "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;boulangerie&lt;/span&gt;" the bakery. Not the one you can walk to in the neighborhood where we could get it fresh everyday but to the master "Marc Ducobu". This is a little painful for the weak willed. Not only does he bake the best breads but he is a master with chocolates, pastry, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Glacier, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;thats ice cream maker. I decided that it would be good for me to venture out on my own, try to find my way to downtown Waterloo, its a mile a way, and be forced to communicate in french. The first week I took a list from Anne, when I got there and it was my turn in line, we aren't the only ones that have discovered Ducobu's, well I couldn't read the note, the man next to me spoke a little english and with a smile wished me good luck. I just gave them the note. Week two I wrote the note myself, this was a great success, I had learned to count in french at the age of 6 so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;un pistolet, quatre croissants, une grande brioche non coupe, douze chibatas, et deux petits pains blancs coupes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Coupe is cut or sliced. This was great, and every week it changes so I practice on Saturday night and get myself a little psyched. This morning the church parking was full, not for church but the bakery, I got in and the desserts looked great. My turn came and I didn't get the one english speaking counter person, I freaked. Ok start with the easy one, I calmed my self and got through it remembering the Chibata only after I had a total, no problem. They are so proud of me when I arrive home with the right stuff.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058808282904712834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjR_VKFW1oI/AAAAAAAAABc/WqX39DOARQs/s320/100_1670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058808274314778226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjR_UqFW1nI/AAAAAAAAABU/5P1Na6hO_2A/s320/100_1668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058808287199680146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjR_VaFW1pI/AAAAAAAAABk/2Pt5vdl-I7c/s320/100_1671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058808295789614754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjR_V6FW1qI/AAAAAAAAABs/HnYgy5_7nr0/s320/100_1672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-4157721526608456818?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4157721526608456818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=4157721526608456818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/4157721526608456818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/4157721526608456818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/04/bonjour.html' title='Bonjour'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjR_VKFW1oI/AAAAAAAAABc/WqX39DOARQs/s72-c/100_1670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-2343140004740562266</id><published>2007-04-28T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:15.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='as we leave the Gate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crew all the way to Cabo'/><title type='text'>Leaving the Gate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjMaSKFW1mI/AAAAAAAAABM/ND1UyGt71qM/s1600-h/PIC00039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058415705713989218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjMaSKFW1mI/AAAAAAAAABM/ND1UyGt71qM/s320/PIC00039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-2343140004740562266?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2343140004740562266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=2343140004740562266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/2343140004740562266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/2343140004740562266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_932.html' title='Leaving the Gate'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjMaSKFW1mI/AAAAAAAAABM/ND1UyGt71qM/s72-c/PIC00039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-6754582536889930146</id><published>2007-04-28T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T07:50:06.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-6754582536889930146?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6754582536889930146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=6754582536889930146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/6754582536889930146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/6754582536889930146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/04/photos-top-to-bottom-larry-helping-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-3859571942194773322</id><published>2007-04-28T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:16.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos, Belgium via Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjMXSqFW1hI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WUOL7ftMkjo/s1600-h/nov,dec06+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058412415769040402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjMXSqFW1hI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WUOL7ftMkjo/s320/nov,dec06+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Larry helping with the new berth/sail locker construction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjMXTKFW1iI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8lZ10Y4k6TA/s1600-h/nov,dec06+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058412424358975010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjMXTKFW1iI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8lZ10Y4k6TA/s320/nov,dec06+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michael, the crew, awaits the pancakes at Bahia de Muertos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjMXTaFW1jI/AAAAAAAAAA0/083aPHb42ME/s1600-h/nov,dec06+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058412428653942322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjMXTaFW1jI/AAAAAAAAAA0/083aPHb42ME/s320/nov,dec06+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anne and the Kids, furry ones are adopted &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059971832494872402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjihkqFW11I/AAAAAAAAADE/giHpllhdUxU/s320/genoa+anne+and+ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjMXT6FW1kI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Pni2f5YKQGE/s1600-h/feb07+391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058412437243876930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 8px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjMXT6FW1kI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Pni2f5YKQGE/s320/feb07+391.jpg" width="2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anne and Ed sailing Mucho home. Not really but people told me that was an ugly picture of us so Anne told me to use this one from Genoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjMXUKFW1lI/AAAAAAAAABE/qijceuBF8P0/s1600-h/feb07+412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058412441538844242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjMXUKFW1lI/AAAAAAAAABE/qijceuBF8P0/s320/feb07+412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A latte every morning helps the crew motivation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-3859571942194773322?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3859571942194773322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=3859571942194773322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/3859571942194773322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/3859571942194773322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_1775.html' title='Photos, Belgium via Mexico'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PIzLz0Rj4f0/RjMXSqFW1hI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WUOL7ftMkjo/s72-c/nov,dec06+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248933662121894091.post-3965263224151855693</id><published>2007-04-28T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:20:17.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jean and Roger boat neighbors from Alemeda w/Rick and Glenna friends for years their first sail with me. 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Your making plans and things change along the way. As we all know "The one constant in life is change".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after a few bumps in the road of life, I pulled myself out of the ditch on the side of the road and continued my journey. Living on a great boat which I had purchased for a world cruise with my wife, "major bump" I was now alone and needed a new plan. Winter was really wet last year and it didn't give me much good weather to work on the boat so why not take it to Mexico. I really should work on learning Spanish. A goal of mine, "learn foreign languages". And the weather is better to work on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the boat some good ocean exercise is good also. You get a real idea of what you need to work on to get ready for a world cruise.&lt;br /&gt;So as I start this plan a client of mine gets busy with new boat plans of his own. In stead of working on getting Mucho Gusto, my boat, ready for Mexico, I was traveling around the Caribbean and Europe, working on finding this client a new boat and getting his old boat ready to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Genoa I start a conversation with a woman on the boat next to us. We are comparing notes on our favorite spots to sail. Her's Tahiti, that started me telling her about the Sea of Cortez and how Europeans miss that on there fast track from the Caribbean to French Polonesia. I talked about full time world cruising, she said, "well isn't that everyones dream?"&lt;br /&gt;That was interesting to me because, no it's not, and if it is your's it should be a plan not a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess she liked my "plan" and the stories of the magical land of Mexico because she left me her contact information, which I gladly started using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on with the plan I get Mucho to Mexico with plans to have her and her kids visit for Christmas. Well that wasn't very practical so we decided I should come to Belgium for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad kinda nice here, so that turned into a few months. Why not stay and learn French instead of Spanish this year. Anne and I can hang out here and fix the boat later to world cruise together.&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to take the boat back to San Francisco from La Paz, put it away for awhile and I would move to Belgium get a job and "LEARN FRENCH AVEC MOI"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5248933662121894091-1069516700127002040?l=learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1069516700127002040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248933662121894091&amp;postID=1069516700127002040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/1069516700127002040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248933662121894091/posts/default/1069516700127002040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://learnfrenchavecmoi.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-your-going-though-life-and-youve-got.html' title='How it all Started'/><author><name>Learn French Avec Moi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13488692900130205669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
