I was reading meno's story in Berlin, about not speaking german and remembered a funny thing that happened many years ago in Switzerland.
We were driving across the French speaking part of the country, and I speak French, but hubbie doesn't. So we were lost and I stopped the car to ask for directions. A lovely very attentive smiley lady, spent about 5 minutes explaining how to get to the place. And I just nodded and said mercy beaucoup. Back to driving hubbie asks, what did she say?
and I said, I have no idea, that was german!
We were not far from Zurich
nite nite
