Souffle (or pilates part 2)

Oh, I know what you're thinking...this is going to be a story about a delicious eggy dessert here in Brussels (they are known for many yummy things)...but no...this is a story about my first pilates class. I dragged myself down to the studio last night--a much easier journey since the path was known. Found a mat on the floor and took a deep breath. Then the teacher began the class.

All in French.

For the first few minutes, I tried to fake it...as though I knew exactly what was going on. Very quickly my gig was up and I confessed to "Je ne parle pas francais." The teacher was as kind as can be and did his best to give me cues in english or just move my body into the right place. As a friend pointed out, guess my french studies will have to start to focus on action verbs and body parts.

p.s. souffle also means inhale--to puff up with air. pretty sure i had that backwards for most of the class.