The good news is the people of Congo speak mostly French because most of them get to have an education. The not so good news is I barely speak French. I did have 2 years of French in high school Cough 30 years ago. The better news is the staff development department on the Africa Mercy is offering a class in survival French.
Last week, we learned the very basics of greeting, saying goodbye, and numbers. I hate to blow my own horn, but I have those things down.
Tonight, we began the two week module on getting a taxi. We went over all the phrases one needs to get around and go places. Then we had 4 work stations to visit.
The class is a lot of fun. It’s a good refresher I need to be serious about in order to survive in a French speaking African nation. Next week, we will go out to the train station and practice our skills in a real taxi! Eep!