I spent a lot of time yesterday practicing how to say "my mind wanders" in French after I learned it from our teacher Gil. He had asked me how a meeting went that morning and I tried to explain that when the meetings are entirely in French and I don't have a translator or a dictionary on hand, mon espirit vagabonde.
It's a good thing for me to know, because mon esprit vagabonde also when I'm at lunch or the coffee room and everyone's speaking in rapid French. Yes, I know I'm supposed to be listening and learning, but no one's really interested in stopping mid-sentence to help me understand why they used a particular verb form or another. So most of it is still just noise and....my mind wanders.
On the way home while Stephane drove I found myself drifting off to sleep. The sun was brilliant red and low in the sky and reminded me of the beach and the ocean. Stephane saw me drowzily staring out the window and said "the red is from the pollution". Ah, Paris.
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