French Lessons
In half an hour I’m off to a church in Paris which gives French lessons to political refugees. The pastor has asked me if I would like to be a part of this ministry while I’m sorting out what my next placement will be. I think it could work out well, using my teaching skills and befriending these people who have often fled horrendous situations. I’m going to speak with the co-ordinator of the program. I think it’s quite ironic, I meet with her at 1.30pm about giving French lessons and at 3pm I receive a french lesson!
(Just realised that won’t have made much sense unless you get my monthly updates. If you don’t, you won’t know that things have unfortunatly not worked out here in Arcueil-Cachan and I left the church in mid-february.)
