Breaking Frogs (No Frogs Were Harmed in This Blog)

Last weekend I was invited by the lovely people from my institute to go ice skating! What's special about french ice skating vs. american ice skating is....absolutely nothing. It's exactly the same thing. You pay, put on skates and then skate around a rink a hundred times. Still, ice skating is one of my favorite pastimes, so I couldn't say no. It was also a chance to work more on my french which is what I enjoyed the most.

I rendez-vous-(ed) with one of my friends and we walked down the rue to the ice rink. He introduced me to his roommate and I tried talking to him...he couldn't understand me at all :/ Kind of embarrassing. I knew I had some words right, I guess the way I was ordering or conjugating them wasn't right.

The line was LONG to get into the rink, it stretched outside the building even. We waited over an hour just to pay. I didn't mind though because that was where most of my talking was. We met up with a girl who is German but her English is almost downright flawless. The first time she spoke to me in English, I could have sworn she was from Wisconsin or something. She was very helpful when I needed help. Because when left to my own devices, I find that I make mistakes that are rather...funny? I was telling them the story of one of the last times I went ice skating. I fell and chipped my knee cap, since I didn't know how to say "chipped" in French, I edited it to "broke my knee." I hardly know these people, what are they going to care? Anyway, I got to the part where I was going to tell them I broke my knee, when I accidentally said "I broke my frog." Boy, where they confused! Rock started mimicking me playfully holding his leg "I broke my frog, where did he go?!" Yeah, yeah, you are so funny....

The rink closed at 6pm for some reason so we only got an hour to skate but that was enough. Everybody already knew except for one person but he made it out alive. There were so many people on the rink that skating fast like I like to do was difficult but it thinned out after a while. I am proud to say that I did not fall, and have not fallen since that time almost five years ago when I "broke my frog" thank you very much. (Yes, I did just knock on wood).

So it was a fun weekend. The rink was so far away from my apartment, it took me an hour and a half to get there and back but it was worth it. I was sore the next day though which just reminds me how out of shape I am...

Abi.