When I arrived in France it was the subtle differences that hit me over the head...those silly little things that separated me from my known world. My expectation was that the language would be my biggest hurdle, and that the following hurdles I would be able to take in stride.
But no...the difference between apples and oranges is what turned my world upside down!
The way the forks were set by the plate,
How one was to keep both hands on the table at all times, just at the wrist.
After 30 years of being told to keep my hand on my lap, now I had to keep my hands on the table, and only to the wrist point, or be accused of "playing hanky panky under the table!"
Hanky panky?! It just dawned on me...hanky panky wasn't such a bad accusation, some rules just ache to be broken!