My husband and I were traveling to a remote part of Quebec, a Canadian province where most residents speak French as their first language. We would stay with a local family we had never met. Although we had no idea what would await us, we were ready for an adventure.
Driving through a frozen land of ice-covered roads and shoulder-high snowdrifts, we wondered what we had gotten ourselves into.
But our fears were somewhat dispelled when we met our hosts, who ran the bed and breakfast. They were an attractive couple in their late 40s or very early 50s. They greeted us with a smile and ushered us inside. As she took our coats and boots, the wife handed us some slippers and beckoned us to follow her.
She didn't speak English and I didn't speak French. My husband speaks just a little French.
As the visit progressed, though, the language barrier was only a minor obstacle.
Flickr photo by xddorox