So basically my weekend consisted of this. I got up to go to Sport at an unholy hour on Saturday morning, showed my shot put who was boss and launched her 9.5 meters (I hope you’re all proud of me, it was the longest in the class, and for any of you who thought I had totally atrophied after I stopped playing hockey, I leave that fact as proof against your assumption). Anyways, on to my weekend. So turns out (as I have no prior knowledge of anything that happens in this apartment) my host brother’s girlfriend was over for the weekend (she lives in Brussels), and we were having lunch with her and her parents. So, champagne and wine ensued (as always), as well as semi awkward conversation (well I guess it wasn’t really an awkward conversation, more like as always I sit and don’t say much, because whenever I realize I can say something and figure out how to say it, then they are really far past that subject and it would be ridiculous for me to bring it up). I then proceeded to nap for about an hour, then my host parents and I headed off to Normandy…again. I don’t really get why we left, as the parents were staying in a hotel (and I figured if they got along at least half way decently they would hang out together over the weekend), and the host brother/host girlfriend were staying in the same room in the apartment…kinda awkward.
The weekend in Normandy, although beautiful weather wise, was nothing to write home about (although I guess that’s what I’m doing now). Although there was a pretty funny conversation that took place as we were driving there. Keep in mind this is at about 6:40 at night, and roughly translated from French.
Host Dad: “So we’re going to go to mass at 7, would you like to come”
Me: (Thinking he means in the morning) “ya, sure, I’d love to”
…Silence…
Me: (rethinking) “umm, maybe not, I think I want to sleep, you know, I only get one day out of the week to sleep in”
Host Mom: “So you want us to leave you in the car?”
Me: “uhhh?? Oh, it’s tonight, like in 20 minutes, alright, ya sure.”
Okay maybe that’s not as funny as I thought it was, but my favorite part is when my host mom asked me if I wanted them to leave me in the car.
Anyways we went to mass (extremely boring, but in a really pretty church), I ate, I slept for 12 hours, I read a ton, and then we drove home.
I was supposed to meet Rene’s sister for dinner last night, as she is in Paris on business, but her phone didn’t work so it didn’t work out. I, not wanting to sit around with my host family any more, decided to go search for her at her hotel. No luck. Then I went to Notre Dame, because Rene said she might have gone there, so I decided there was an off chance I’d see her, and it was also a beautifully perfect night. Notre Dame is beautiful at night, and I walked around the Latin Quarter and ate some probably not fully cooked Greek, but overall it was a success, except of course, for finding Rene’s sister.
Basically every Sunday night I want to kill myself thinking about waking up for school in the morning, but today wasn’t that bad. I only had 4 hours of classes, because my Spanish teacher was gone and it turns out it’s pointless for me to go to English (who knew?), so I no longer have to attend that awful, awful class, but I will probably have another, hopefully more useful class like French, during those hours.
Today I I officially became European. I walked through Montmartre, took artsy pictures, went to a Café, drank a beer, smoked a cigar, and read Victor Hugo. I believe I have fulfilled my duty of becoming fully immersed in a culture, and I am coming home tomorrow.
Brent
Actually, I am not coming home, sorry to falsely excite you all.
Translation of Picture:
Sign—The Portrait of my Master
Below, still on sign—Author/Anonymous Work
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