So, I’m back. After being sick and then 4 days in Paris when my laptop decided it no longer wanted to support Vlad’s internet, I am finally going to post something. I can’t wait to show you the amazing photos Vlad took of Paris from the top of the Arc de Triomphe, but before I wait for all those pictures to load, I saw a picture he took that brought back a very funny memory. For those of you who don’t have the joy of being with someone whose mother tongue is not your own, here is a brief glimpse of what it’s like.
As Vlad and I were wandering around the islands in the Seine, he stopped to take this beautiful picture of Notre Dame.
Me: I wish those ugly port-a-potties weren’t there, I hate them.
Vlad: Really, I love them.
Me: Wait. Why?
Vlad: I think they add a mysterious effect, don’t you?
Me: What?? Mysterious? They add a really gross and disgusting effect.
*staring at each other as realization starts the slow process of dawning*
Vlad: Wait… what are you talking about?
Me: The port-a-potties.
Vlad: What are port-a-potties?
Me: Those green and blue things people go to the bathroom in.
Vlad: Ooooooh, I thought you were talking about those arches on the back of the church!
Me: No those are flying buttresses.
It’s an easy mistake.
UPDATE: I just called Vlad and told him to read my blog. “I wrote about the port-a-potties!”