My parents were in France a couple of weeks ago. In this video we are having dinner at my 20-year-old cousin Louise’s apartment in Le Mans. My uncle (yellow sweater) is telling a story about some traveling boy scouts who recently camped on their farm property. I began filming because I thought it would be a cute story, and it could have been. But you’ll see, it sort of gets derailed. What happens is that my mom says something that makes me laugh. Maybe it was fashion week exhaustion. Maybe it was the fact that I had a stressful experience at the train station hours earlier. Maybe it reminded me of all the times I've been the out-of-the-loop foreigner. Maybe it's the story itself (French boy scouts invading your yard!). Maybe it's the way my mom and aunt catch my laughter and begin laughing, in shock, at the tears spilling from my eyes.
I wish you could have seen my face. Actually I don't. It probably looked all crumpled and pink.
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2 more things:
-I love how my Dad (grey sweater) is unphased by my meltdown. He takes the opportunity (No one is talking! Finally!) to begin reminiscing. “We were about 14…”
-If you listen closely, you will hear that my Mom calls my Dad dan-YELL not DAN-yull, because that is how the name is pronounced in French, and that is how she has always said it. To an American ear, it sounds like she is saying “Danielle.” Meanwhile, my Dad’s answering machine at work says, “Hello, you’ve reached DAN-yull Fourmont." He gets away with his American drag until one of his family members calls, asking if "Danielle" is there.