Tonight, after 2 days of 8+ hours of language study we went out to eat. You’d think well prepared but more along the lines of well burnt out. We were so tired and our tongues didn’t want to even try to use our own language let alone a new one after what we put them through today. The rest of our bodies went along with our tongue.
We went in to the restaurant. I ordered. Kim ordered. Adrienne was up. (Poor Adrienne has had digestive problems for the past few days and it’s starting to wear.) The conversation went like this:
Wo you la du zi. Uh… Wo xi huan mi fan . . . nu rou . . bu la da. Yeah?
Which translates appropriate (maybe… we think) in a Chinese restaurant. But could you imagine someone walking into a restaurant like Applebees or Chillis and saying this…
I have diarrhea… uh… I want rice…. Beef… not spice. Yeah?
We didn’t get laughed at too much. She helped pick something out and we went on with the meal. Hopefully now the meal doesn’t go on with her tho. Happy Eating.
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