le dîner chez Anastasia
Saturday night I had dinner at Anastasia's house with her and her PACSman and Pierre. Maude, unfortunately, forgot until the last minute and couldn't come. I arrived at 7:30 sharp-on time for once- with gerberas and some catnip (herbe à chat or cat grass in French) for Volvox who is now no longer a kitten.
I reckon I understood about 90% of what was going on...almost everything that wasn't deeply seated in school politics or gossip about names I didn't recognize (probably for the best...).
I actually participated.
I feel like I'm finally starting to fit in as a person and not just as "the American."
I reckon I understood about 90% of what was going on...almost everything that wasn't deeply seated in school politics or gossip about names I didn't recognize (probably for the best...).
I actually participated.
I feel like I'm finally starting to fit in as a person and not just as "the American."
posted by Etrangère | 3:27 PM
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That's awesome! And the longer you're there the more you'll fit in. I wish I could be in your shoes! Do you still think and dream in English?
PS What's up with all the protests? I heard they had to shut the Tower down because a million folks protested!
I think it was three million in France all together, according to the radio...I'll post about it sometime today or tomorrow...
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