Aww Nuts.

Anywhere that's home to 130,000 students can't really fail to be busy, buzzing place with terrific cafe's and bars. Toulouse, not quite in the Pyrenees, is an absolutely beautiful city.

Aside from the frigid weather and even snowfall, Toulouse has been a fantastic place to spend a few days. Just as Paris, I'm staying with a friends met this past summer while in Paris.

Andrew
"Hi!"
-Hannah



Filled with young adults and out of the cold sleet. Live music and reasonably priced drinks drew us into the small bar. Drinks were had and all was merry. It was my turn to pick up the next round. Unaware of the bartenders English fluency, I easily ordered a round. I've had much practice in this area and tonight was no trouble.

Back at the table a murmur of food aroused. Distributed by the bartender, Naomi's keen eyes spotted the bucket of peanuts freely handed out to the bars patrons. Fueled with several round of liquid language enhancer, I volunteered to ask for the peanuts.

"Je voudrais des cacahetes," I uneasily spoke. Not sure if cacahetes was the correct word.

Wide-eyed with stunned amazement, the bartender - a lady in her mid-fifties - slowly turned away to fetched me the tray of nuts I requested.

"Cacahetes" was the right word, but just as nuts in english refer to your man-bits, so to do cacahetes in French.

Upon her return, she lent towards me. With a thick French accent and a big smile, told me to practice my French somewhere else. She then erupted in laugher, attracting much attention.

A very confused, "quoi?" was my response.

With an awkward smile she told me what she'd heard.
"Je touche des cacahetes" - "I touch nuts."

Bright eyed and red faced I muttered "Aw, dammit," just as my surrounding erupted with laugher. My efforts to explain myself where in vein...

I'll never mumble "voudrai" again.