vive les tacos!
For the most part, this is me in France:
Me in France for the next few days, at least. It's the mid-course break and I'm going to spend a large part of it sleeping in. Hooray for not getting up at 7 AM!
Anyway, notice the protests in the background! The French are fond of protesting, you see! Vive la revolution! Why they are protesting in English for more tacos, I do not know. I would be down for more tacos, however, and I support them in their cause.
Last night was two free jazz concert in the park, of which the first was lovely, but the second was obtuse and only worsened my fatigue. I'm beginning to have second thoughts about jumping from intense classes here straight into a 5 courses/week schedule at Clark. I arrive the late afternoon of the 26th, the 27th will be spent moving in to Clark, and the 28th classes start. Factor in jet lag. It's going to be insane. Please excuse any future bouts of narcolepsy.
The night before that was friend Catelyn's 21st, and though the significance of 21 is a bit subdued in Europe, it was good times all the same. A bunch of us went to a bar near the Place de la Comedie and she had a drink called pastis, which exists in various permutations in lands bordering the Mediterranean. Licorice-y, related to absinthe. Usually 40-45 proof, is drank diluted in water, feels like an elephant just sat on your head. She couldn't finish it.
Me in France for the next few days, at least. It's the mid-course break and I'm going to spend a large part of it sleeping in. Hooray for not getting up at 7 AM!
Anyway, notice the protests in the background! The French are fond of protesting, you see! Vive la revolution! Why they are protesting in English for more tacos, I do not know. I would be down for more tacos, however, and I support them in their cause.
Last night was two free jazz concert in the park, of which the first was lovely, but the second was obtuse and only worsened my fatigue. I'm beginning to have second thoughts about jumping from intense classes here straight into a 5 courses/week schedule at Clark. I arrive the late afternoon of the 26th, the 27th will be spent moving in to Clark, and the 28th classes start. Factor in jet lag. It's going to be insane. Please excuse any future bouts of narcolepsy.
The night before that was friend Catelyn's 21st, and though the significance of 21 is a bit subdued in Europe, it was good times all the same. A bunch of us went to a bar near the Place de la Comedie and she had a drink called pastis, which exists in various permutations in lands bordering the Mediterranean. Licorice-y, related to absinthe. Usually 40-45 proof, is drank diluted in water, feels like an elephant just sat on your head. She couldn't finish it.