>At that time I was staying in a camp-site, peopled by other vendors, mainly French. As soon as I got up I would go to the cafe terrace, chat with my French peers, have a coffee and a Danish, then visit the ablutions. So I'd wake up thinking like, "Fait chauds. Il faut aller au terrace pour descuter avec les autres ... " etc. It's as if my brain was gearing me up to the task on waking. Hell, at the ablutions I even cr***ed in French!

My Hungarian boss once said that the test whether you really got into the language is when the bells on the church announce the hour. If you're counting them in the language of the place, you've finally become a speaker.

I'm probably deaf-mute. I never count those, in any language :).