Originally posted by Jean Poitiers The first time that Flo came to the States to visit (before we got hitched), we drove my '87 Mustang (5.0L) down to Louisiana from OK via a mostly "Mississippi river route". At one point we found ourselves in La Fayette (after New Orleans) in a restaurant and the owner spoke French to Flo ... when he found out that she was French.
I really wish that I had a snap of her face at that moment. Priceless.
Almost the opposite of our first trip to New England. Most people there seemed to think we spoke French when they heard us speak Norwegian. And really, the two sound as close as, say, Chopin and Dimmu Borgir - very easy to confuse them
The exception was one guy who came up to us, speaking flawless Norwegian. He had learnt it from his grandfather as a kid some 50 years earlier. Amazing. We could even tell from his dialect which Norwegian town his grandpa had come from.