A major part of my time here in France has been dedicated to learning the language. Twice a week I have a two hour French class at a local school. It’s sponsored through the city of Paris, which makes the prices of the classes affordable for immigrants and lower income foreign workers (and missionaries). I’m the only American in the class, which thankfully takes away my option of relying on English when my French is insufficient. Every week I leave feeling simultaneously sobered in regards to my current French level and excited at the prospect of learning this beautiful language.
To end the week off, every Friday we devote the afternoon and evening to have the students participate in workshops run by our staff and some guests from around France. As the focus of the current DTS is “art and food” this gives the students a designated time to learn about how to worship God through their various giftings. Art and food is such a major part of French culture and so having this time has been really beneficial to understanding the country in which we live. Every Friday evening we have a big meal as a group and hear from the participants in the different workshops which were run that afternoon. I’ve had the pleasure of leading a few baking and cooking workshops, and in December will be doing a hand lettering course for the students that’ve expressed an interest.
This past Friday we had a major Thanksgiving feast with all the essential foods. My friend Gabby and I ran around the city trying to find a whole turkey and failing miserably (FYI: Paris butcheries and supermarchés don’t stock turkeys before December 1st, as it’s more of a Christmas staple in France). We settled for two legs and a bunch of breasts and it all turned out deliciously.