I had determined that I was to speak as much French as possible while here, so having met up with my cousin and host Joseph after 5 years, I was frustrated to hear myself speaking naught but the mother tongue. Necessity removes inhibitions (as well as alcohol), however, and when we met up with 6 of his friends whose English was no better than my French, my opportunity was born. They alternating between French and English, and me mostly sticking to French. I learned a bounty of new words, and actually remembered them later on.
As the night when on, and we moved from bar to bar and drink to drink, I was feeling an addictive rush and exhilaration at speaking another language and successfully conveying emotions, ideas, and actual human concepts. This is not to say that I am by any means good at speaking French, but this was my first time ever conversing with others outside of a class or jokingly with friends, so during my whole visit I discovered a new form of natural high when I successfully spoke the language. This is all to say that one of my main ambitions for the 8 months in Nepal is to learn conversant Nepali- it’s a tall order, and one that will require me to abandon inhibitions and frustrate those around me, but I’m determined.