Woke Up in French

Yesterday I woke up in French. Yes, I meant French, the language. Let me take a step back… Two days ago I departed Toronto heading to Paris (cheapest places to fly into in Europe these days…

Eventually making my way to TEDGlobal in Edinburgh, but I’ll save that for another post) and after connecting through Montreal, a short (compared to going to Bangkok earlier this year) flight later I was in Paris. As I stepped off the plane and made my way to look for my baggage, something odd happened. I was thinking in French.

Even now since arriving in Prague, I can’t seem to turn it off. Feels great to know the language is still deeply embedded in my brain somewhere even if I don’t use it too often. Can’t wait to go to Germany next week and switch over to another language!