Huzzah. It's officially vacation. I am quite content. Yesterday's classes were fun. Taught the hokey pokey to my afternoon classes, gave some tests, etc. Came home, went to happy hour, had one beer too many, ran to simply market, did drunk grocery shopping, did drunk cooking (burnt the garlic bread), did drunk washing up (had to rewash the dishes this morning), went to bed. Last night's happy hour was actually an odd assortment of people. It was Grace, her friend from home, Lyd, and Julien (not Emma's Julien, but the one that Chelsea met in CA and then we ran into at le gros bar. He's fun to hang out with, speaks excellent English, has a super easy French accent to understand, and is moving to Paris soon (boo). I would like to add that one of my favorite activities in France is to spot occasions when I can say odd verbs and then get approval from native speakers for using the verb correctly. Yesterday was "éplucher" which means "to peel". Amanda 1 French 0. After shenanigans I went to bed and woke up at 8 (damn you body!) so I decided to clean the apartment for the party tonight. which I did. And discovered a mushroom growing in the shower room (ick!). I conquered it. So, the house is clean, my hands hurt from the chemicals, and I think I'm going to go back to bed.

However, before that, I would like to discuss something that I just recently thought of as I was looking back on earlier blogs. It's hilarious that the first time I came to France I was gone for 3 months and at the end I couldn't wait to come back. I haven't even noticed, but I've been here for 4 months and the last thing I want to do right now is go home. I mean, I miss people, places, and food (buffalo chicken sandwiches where are yOUUUUUUUU?)) but when it comes down to it, I'm pretty damn happy here and wouldn't trade this for the world.

Ok. Maybe the world. But that's the least I'd go for.

It's odd how we change over time. hmm.

Always,
Amanda