I really love talking to ppl in different languages bc unless you’re truly, masterfully fluent in both, there are so many little things that get “lost” contextually.
I worked with some French guys and every day at around noon we’d go to do some work in the shade to get a break from the sun and they’d say “let’s go into the shadows.”
I loved that.
To me it sounded so intense. Of course they just meant “shade,” but the connotations and implications of “The Shadows” is so literary and dramatic.
Felt like I was being told to walk the path of darkness when we needed to stop haying the field for 15 minutes.
On the flip side they jsut asked me every day to try to say “syrup” in French, and I couldn’t get the “R” down into my throat instead of my nose but they never stopped asking so every morning I’d try to say it and everyone would start yelling when I failed once again
