in limbo
Sophie tells me that something over a month overseas, she has begun to feel human again. I eagerly await this time's slow approach, and in the meantime content myself with joy in les petits trucs. As in, I am on my way out the door and my host mother calls to me. Believing she has just offered me her umbrella, I say ohno, thanks thanks, but I already have a little umbrella-mine. However thirty seconds into the rain I realize I don't have a little umbrella-mine and that dear Isabelle was in fact offering me mine own umbrella, set in the bathroom to dry. I love it, and that's good because otherwise things could get a little gray around here. As in, the city is entirely gray, has been for days, and is likely to continue in this way for let's say five months?
Today I finally took this stupid grammar test. Think I did well on it but who knows--French people like to explain things very quickly and with such an air of expected comprehension that I often am out the door and down the block before I realize I haven't got it at all. I don't even find out my schedule until the eleventh. I am starting to suspect that I am never actually going to be allowed to attend a class here. FUNNY JOKE, FRANCE. Education, bah..
Okay so to brighten the mood of this unnecessarily pissed-grandpa post, I will post a small selection of images.
Parisians sucking up the last sunrays--taken days ago, of course.
Another indistinct reflection of myself! Wow, my iTunes is playing really good songs tonight. Anyway, Paris is full of images within images, all within multiple frames. Each narrow street is a shaded framing for a brightlit scene of ancient spires, each window a beautiful garden and a sky filled with birds.
And lastly, if you want me to send you a video of these adorable French kittens kicking the shit out of eachother (really very cute), just comment with your favored email address. I tried to post to youtube and then link and blaaaah but blah so yeahno.
Lastly, and needless to day (j'espere), I miss each of you dear-ones and think of you daily.
Today I finally took this stupid grammar test. Think I did well on it but who knows--French people like to explain things very quickly and with such an air of expected comprehension that I often am out the door and down the block before I realize I haven't got it at all. I don't even find out my schedule until the eleventh. I am starting to suspect that I am never actually going to be allowed to attend a class here. FUNNY JOKE, FRANCE. Education, bah..
Okay so to brighten the mood of this unnecessarily pissed-grandpa post, I will post a small selection of images.
Parisians sucking up the last sunrays--taken days ago, of course.
Another indistinct reflection of myself! Wow, my iTunes is playing really good songs tonight. Anyway, Paris is full of images within images, all within multiple frames. Each narrow street is a shaded framing for a brightlit scene of ancient spires, each window a beautiful garden and a sky filled with birds.
And lastly, if you want me to send you a video of these adorable French kittens kicking the shit out of eachother (really very cute), just comment with your favored email address. I tried to post to youtube and then link and blaaaah but blah so yeahno.
Lastly, and needless to day (j'espere), I miss each of you dear-ones and think of you daily.
posted by Christine at 4:05 AM
1 Comments:
Had the weirdest conversation with some North Americans (LOVE that that's what they call us here - -take that, my big "American" ego!) who said they were already totally comfortable and what was I talking about? Of course, they hang around with their huge american school group constantly, so they aren't really in Spain very much.
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