"Bilingualism is not the burden or the problem it has been made out to be... but neither is it the complete bliss that others would have us believe.
In language acquisition, input is of the essence and I got a lot of it!
Settling permanently in a country whose language is not your native one may be a bit problematic.
A fascinating discussion of the complex lives of American expatriates living in France & French expatriates who live in the United States.
When in France, I am surrounded by things that remind me that I am back in my native country. Here are a few.
There is a part of me that even my closest American friends will never understand – The French part of me remains very opaque to my American friends, and only a French expat who has lived in the U.S. as long as I have can understand it.
You are an American expat living in France, married to a French citizen and proud parent of a brand-new Franco-American bundle of joy! Of course, you want to raise your child bilingual.
Dazzling white tablecloths… starched napkins… the obsequiously formal waiter (always a man!)… All embody the French restaurants of my childhood! Although my family seldom ate out when I was growing up, I was absolutely in love with the pomp and pageantry of restaurant dining.
On Christmas day, we had a "traditional" Christmas dinner - which always included an appetizer of escargots and raw oysters, which I loved. It is only much later that my parents began to serve foie gras at Christmas.
One of the most popular tombs remains Oscar Wilde’s, on which there were always hundreds of traces of lipstick left by visitors who would kiss it. Cleaning the lipstick proved tedious and expensive, so the cemetery administrators decided to surround the tomb with a Plexiglas fence.