Dear Reader,
I have a story. I meant to blog about it weeks ago but kept forgetting to do so. When I first met up with my group from Abbey Road in the JFK airport, I suddenly became paranoid about the word "bubble". Yes, it is a random word. But for some reason, I NEEDED to know how to say it in French. It wasn't long before I learned that "les bulles" = "the bubbles". During my time in France, I swear I have never had to use the word bubble so much in my entire life! From the moment I boarded the airplane, my entertainment screen had a picture of a woman blowing bubbles. The next day, as I walked along the beach with my friend, Meredith, a little girl was blowing bubbles and Meredith insisted on popping them before the little girl could. A few times when my host mom cooked dinner, the pot of water on the stove began to bubble over and I had to run tell her. I can never remember the French name for sparkling water so I order the "water with bubbles". Is it a coincidence that I've had to use this word so often? Perhaps I am simply more aware of it. Anyway, I know this story was random and rambling but I thought it was worth sharing. Hope you enjoyed!
-Elizabeth
