My command of a language, other than English (which is sketchy at best) was proven to be hilarious and equally embarrassing, for all those present AND unexplainable – for some reason when panicked and faced with a barrage of French spoken at me, I revert to pigeon Spanish (?), which I also can’t speak, and just start spluttering GRACIA’S, GRACIA’S… to the peels of laughter and horror of my much chic-er friends.
