A little piece of Quebec in Pompano Beach, FL

We spent the last few weeks in a private RV park in Pompano Beach, FL. My first clue that something was different was when I was called “Madame” while checking in… as in the french Monsieur et Madame. As soon as we were set up, the RV’er behind us asked if we spoke French. What? Why would someone think we spoke French in Florida? We soon realized that we were in a resort that catered mainly to French-Canadian Snowbirds. We could hear French being spoken everywhere around us. Unexpected, and somewhat delightful. Such a soft and musical language. Sadly, my many years of French study in high school did not pay off with actually understanding most of the conversations. Our younger ages usually ensures we are bombarded with curious neighbors in a snowbird park. Not possible with a language barrier, a friendly smile sufficed.