Although I haven't been busy with French classes, as I was last year, days zoom away. Maybe it's the incredible weather we've enjoyed; unlike 2006's tundra experience. Or the feeling of being "at home"; everyday doesn't have to be a new adventure or a "must see". Using my eyes to see, regard, observe; no longer two functioning orbs: a sense holding it's own: details, texture, even sometimes seeing sounds ( especially the Paris police sirens, they look like tiny men on their way to big business).
H's Mom and aunt left this afternoon; the perfect family guest. I appreciate the work necessary to speak in a language not one's mother tongue. And the cultural differences: frankness and refreshing plain talk: unvarnished words which won't fit in the
PC-ism of our larger American cities.
More French friends and evenings lasting until wee hours. Whoops! Dinner is ready and I'm starving
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