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I haven't been here in a while. Haven't written much about myself in general and still feel like it's a bit of a strange thing to do. I like that people may read it, that there's some sort of mass communication, but I don't actually know if they do. it's an odd sort of public letter that may not even get posted.
I've been to france twice more this winter, both times to visit my cousin who's une jeune fille au pair. My mom went with me to Bordeaux and then to the Atlantic village where Haley was actually living. The food and wine was amazing, the sun came out and snatched some of my pastiness. That's a good part of why I travel, just to get out from under this bloody english grey sky. No wonder people gather in dark pub-caves to drink their lager, it's no different when you step outside. It was a strange trip too. The mother Haley nannied for was manipulative, cruel and slowly breaking the confidence of my (isolated for the first time ever) cousin. I'm happy we could let her know we saw it too. She's since moved on to a family in Toulouse who treat her wonderfully.
I've been to france twice more this winter, both times to visit my cousin who's une jeune fille au pair. My mom went with me to Bordeaux and then to the Atlantic village where Haley was actually living. The food and wine was amazing, the sun came out and snatched some of my pastiness. That's a good part of why I travel, just to get out from under this bloody english grey sky. No wonder people gather in dark pub-caves to drink their lager, it's no different when you step outside. It was a strange trip too. The mother Haley nannied for was manipulative, cruel and slowly breaking the confidence of my (isolated for the first time ever) cousin. I'm happy we could let her know we saw it too. She's since moved on to a family in Toulouse who treat her wonderfully.