La vache! (1990)

One post from Wheylona has prompted two memories. Hope I'll remember the second tomorrow.

The first time I came over here to the old continent, it was with a big group organized by my best friend Connie's mother Sue, which I was generously allowed to piggyback on: Connie and her then husband, her brother and his then girlfriend now wife, Sue and Connie's stepdad, and a friend of the family. Yes, sir, that's eight Americans, some of us very tall, in a van tootling around France (other stops included London, two days in Italy, some in Switzerland and a very brief HELLO LIECHTENSTEIN! I think it was Connie's brother Tim who started it when we first hit the countryside, but soon the "kids" (all over 20) were all merrily shouting "La vache" everytime we saw some. (They, however, did not laugh, as we had been led to expect might occur in Le France.) Now, this is clearly grammatically incorrect, as cows rarely hang scenically about in fields solo, but there we were IN FRANCE, speaking THE FRENCH! It was all good. And annoying it must have been, as well. Still today, views of cows from cars containing two or more of the members of the group will often provoke the joyous peaen to bovineness.