so going through customs, i was asked if this was my first time in france by some sort of security personnel who couldn't have been much older than myself. my response was a light chuckle, and i explained that i currently live here. "and your husband's french?" ha. gotta love being harassed by overly-smiley authority figures. gotta love the francais.
this is especially funny since a week before i left for vacances, i was told i wouldn't be able to re-enter the country due to visa issues (which i sorted out before my departure, but still)... like i'd have any problems.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment