Okay so after doing this blog for a whole two weeks now I wish that I would have been blogging all along with all my moves. I try to think back on things and this would have made it ten times easier. I guess David's favorite place was Houston. While I enjoyed Houston and have some great friends I might have to say I enjoyed Lafayette more. My stay in Houston didn't lead to many stories. We had a one bedroom apartment with a full size mattress, a card table, and a huge tv. So not much there. And most of the time I was at work. And I am not one to share my work stories with the whole world, especially since it was non profit and I wouldn't want to hinder their fundraising.
Now Lafayette or South Louisiana for that matter gave me something to be the bane of my existence. I cannot pronounce a single thing there. Everything has been frenched up so you can't say the name. Take one of my best friends name. It is DeRouen. It took me forever to spell it and I still can't pronounce it. You don't actually say the N. I mean what is the point of having an N on your name if you don't say it. This is not the only one. I also have trouble with Boudin. It is a food and it does not sound the way it is spelled for all you non Louisiana folks. Beth would try to get me to say it correctly on a daily basis. I have given up. At this point I think it would be easier to learn Russian. There are many words that will continue to thwart me or at least give my tongue a sprain trying to say them.
- Atchafalya
- Butte
- Boudin
- Cher (not the singer, pronounced more like Sha with a long A) (like O's outfit; see below)
- Bouillon (pretty sure I did not spell this right)
- Kaliste Saloom
- Pourciau
- Billeaud
I am sure there are more but this where my brain stops for today. I am sure as my Louisiana friends read this they will have more to add. Now I failed to mention that besides these I cannot say you must make a normal name very fancy by making it French. For example, Richard. It is not pronounced like the first name but more like Reechard. And when my friend Laura tries to say something that is more country it comes out all pretty and french and I tell her she has to make it a bit more country.
I wouldn't trade my Louisiana time and Cajun lessons for anything.
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