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Okay, so I've been putting off a phone call all week, because I was worried it would be difficult... I needed to call Mme Courrege, my landlady in Toulouse for September, to finalize the arrangements for payment of the security deposit and one month's rent.
We'd spoken before, and while her English is way, way, WAY better than my French, she's not fluent. And it's so much harder to understand someone over the phone than it is in person, when you can watch their lips move. Anyway, I was desperately not looking forward to a conversation about bank routing numbers, and SWIFT numbers and the other things my bank said they would need to do a wire transfer.
So I gather up my courage and call her, and what does she say? "You'll pay me when you get here. You sound like a nice girl, and I'm glad you will be staying with me."
*hugs her*
*hugs the universe*
We'd spoken before, and while her English is way, way, WAY better than my French, she's not fluent. And it's so much harder to understand someone over the phone than it is in person, when you can watch their lips move. Anyway, I was desperately not looking forward to a conversation about bank routing numbers, and SWIFT numbers and the other things my bank said they would need to do a wire transfer.
So I gather up my courage and call her, and what does she say? "You'll pay me when you get here. You sound like a nice girl, and I'm glad you will be staying with me."
*hugs her*
*hugs the universe*
