“They didn’t get what he was saying. It was like he was speaking a foreign language and they couldn’t make heads or tails of it. But they were embarrassed to ask him what he meant.” Luke 9:45
Last night, after a twelve-hour day, we arrived at Quebec City for a two-day adventure. The landscape, people, automobiles, etc., look no different than when we crossed the border from New York to Canada. Yet, suddenly, we were in a foreign country with French speaking people. We were quite amazed that English was not printed on signs or in the literature in the hotel. Fortunately, most people speak English–some much better than others.
I think people in the U.S. feel privileged that we speak English which is spoken as a second language in many countries. I expect everyone to understand me and print everything with French/English as we do English/Spanish in the U.S. In French Canada, the reality hit. I am a guest and it is up to me to figure out schedules, sightseeing information, and directions around the city in French or ask for help.
This morning I called a tour bus agency and booked a two-day hop on, hop off tour. When the man answered in French, I said, “I only speak English,” he reverted to English with nearly no accent. Immediately, I felt as if I were welcome in this lovely City.
Lord, thank you for opportunities to wander about the unknown and see your wonder at the same time. Amen.