Thanks to the lovely people at the French Institute in Galway, I've finally gotten my act together and done something signficant to follow my new year's resolution of improving my French (Yes, I know its May). Classes started this week in a beautiful old classroom on the 2nd floor of the historic Bridge Mills building in Galway city. Its all old wood and shelves stacked high with books- I think Im enjoying the romanticism of it more than anything else. But then after only one week I already know how to say a bunch of important stuff: 'Je ne comprends pas' (I don't understand); 'Vous allez trop vite pour moi' (You're going too fast for me) and my personal favourite 'Je suis perdu' (I'm lost)!