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I know it's time to go home, because:
- It's been warm and sunny the whole time I've been here and today it's raining. It always rains the day I fly home.
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- Yesterday I used the words " your folks" in an email. I never say "your folks" at home.
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- Yesterday I rushed into the Precita Park Cafe at 4.15 on my way back to my SF home and asked for an Americano to go. The extravagance! I would never ever buy a coffee to take home to drink from a cafe that was five minutes away from home. I'd wait till I got home and then make a coffee myself.
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- I am not American yet, however. Also yesterday, I was in a shop ogling one of those long sleeved sheer cotton T shirts with a fraying scoop neck (like rock chicks wear) and I asked the shop assistant if they had a vest in the same fabric and she showed me a sweatshirt and a cardigan, and I left the shop baffled. Then Wendy explained that I should have asked for a tank top, as a 'vest' is a jacket over here.
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- Lastly, I need to be able to write blog posts in my usual package (Windows Live Writer) and not on this stupid Blogger template which does not understand the concept of a paragraph, nor sensible bullet points.
2 comments:
Oh the joys of spending time between two countries that, on the surface, have the same language .........good job you did not ask for suspenders .....that was a big shock for me .......in America they are men's braces .......imagine the conversations that discovery produced!
Jean
Yes, and there are still some English idioms that crop up that I have to explain to Wendy - such as when I told her I was going for a kip. She hadn't a clue what i meant.
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