Was my 15 year build up worth it?

All my life, I'd known that one day I'd have to go to France. Even when I was in the womb, I knew I had to go to France. Something about me has always been attracted to the country, more than any other country on planet earth.
You know what? It was Madeline. Madeline was what spurred my love for France.
As as kid, I adored Madeline (and still do). I loved the way they added in the occasional French word. "Bonjour!" or "Au revoir!".
I loved all the characters such as Miss Clavel, the kooky nun, Lord Cuckuface and Genevieve - to name a few.
And I loved the landscape of Paris, the Eiffel Tower, the Arch du Triomphe, the Notre Dame and The Louvre.
(For this, I thank all of my grandparents for introducing me to Madeline).
Anyway, here I am!
In Italy, whenever I heard a French accent I'd be like: "Oh my gosh, where is it? Argh! Mum, Dad? Oh my gosh, it's amazing! Argh! It's beautiful! Why can't I speak like that?"
Yeah...so I'd freak out a little.
When we go to all the touristy places and the school groups walk past I become all jealous and think: "Ugh! Why can 5 year old speak this language and I can't! If they can, I can!" - But please don't tell anyone this, it's slightly embarrassing.
But it's good to know by reading and listening, what I can and can't pick out from the language.
Okay, I have a little story.
So, when Freya was being lazy and talking to her friends on Facebook and mum and dad went out to explore, I went out to find lunch for Freya and I.
We really wanted a nutella crepe from the little store down the path so I went there.
When it was my turn to order, I was really friendly and I used my best French possible saying "Bonjour! Je voudrais... etc. etc. but the woman was all salty towards me and said angrily "Do you speak English?" I replied "...Yes." and she spat out, "Okay, speak English then!!".
I walked away, with my two nutella crepes, thinking "Well, thanks. Thanks for for the vote of self-confidence angry French lady. "
-.-
Apart from this, everything else about Southern France is perfect.
The scenery, the villages, the towns. It's brilliant! I love how the village we're currently staying at - Les Baux de Provence - is carved out of rock. Man, it would have taken years.
The little shops and houses are so petit, and lovely. And the stained glass windows are beautiful.
Unfortunately, the village only permanently houses about 22 people. Which means that the vast majority of the village is for tourists.
Oh, and the food!
...Pity I became a vegetarian - the French Cuisine all about meat, and what goes with meat etc. etc.
Slightly disappointing for me but, oh well, my fault.
Actually, I've made an exception!
I shook on it. I HAVE to eat snails and frogs legs...in Paris. Otherwise, I will regret this.
Jessie
P.S And YES, the 15 year build up was worth it (so far!)