Tonight, we went out to dinner with four of my mom's friends, who are French-speaking Congolese men. Apparently, since I speak French, they gave me a code name, for when they want to (most likely,) make fun of me. :P Elodie. I like it. Maybe I'll start introducing myself as that when in France. We started discussing various English and French phrases, and eventually the conversation turned to Lingala. I spent a large portion of the evening jumping from French with the Congolese, to translating into English for my mother and her friend, to learning words in Lingala, and back again. It was fun - I felt like I was hopping around on one of those techno-dance video games with tiles that light up. I didn't really know what was going on, but I was making tiles light up, and enjoying it, so I just kept going. Now, I know how to say two very important things!: "Hello" is "Mbote", and "You are attractive" (man or woman) is "Oza gitoko". What else does one need to know how to say?! ;)
Oh - and, Happy Thanksgiving!
For you French speakers... Perfect example of French's effortless beauty. This isn't from a fancy restaurant:
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