Thanksgiving for the Weekend Before A Thanksgiving I will be Missing
My weekend was super.
Friday: Hung out with Victor and Guillaume after school, which was actually the first Friday I’ve actually hung out with friends (Victor didn’t have Chinese and Guillaume wasn’t with his girlfriend), so it was nice. We went and saw Borat, which made me realize why I am an exchange student, to show French people that not all Americans are ignorant/stupid/narrowminded etc. It was fun to just hang out with them, it felt really comfortable to just be able to joke with them and talk about stuff. So…ya
Saturday: Woke up at 7:20, went to throw the shot put for 2 hours (I pretty much get worse every time I go), came home, ate lunch with my host brother’s girlfriend and parents. Then I took a nap, which is becoming one of my favorite pastimes here. Like some days after school I’ll just come home and read on my bed, then put the book down and pass out for a while. But Saturday’s nap was legitimate and felt really good. It is kind of like my Saturday reward for not being able to sleep in because of sport. But then later that night I went over to Paul’s house (Paul is in the bible study/home group thing, from New Zealand) to watch the All Blacks (no, not all black people, but the New Zealand national Rugby team) play France. He lives with 3 other French people, so it was funny to hear the English cheers for the All Blacks then the French cheers/sighs for the French team. I had never really watched a rugby game before so that was good, but I still think I prefer American football. Paul runs this bike tour company, and he offered to give me a key to one of the bikes they use so I can get it whenever I want and bike around. Score! I had always kind of had this urge to bike around Paris, because walking gets kind of annoying and you can’t get very far. So that makes me happy.
Sunday: Lazy Sunday…wake up in the late afternoon. Well actually my “sleeping in” lasted until 10:35 despite my best efforts, but I added to my overall sleep by taking another nap (this one semi-inadvertently) while reading Harry Potter. I forgot how good those books were. I’m reading the 6th one and am having to ration it so it lasts longer (although I’ll finish in the next day or so). Kind of just hung out all day, then went to the home group at around 5:30. I helped Paul (the kiwi) make fajitas, so we ate well, had some more good beer/orangina/ginger ale (not all together) and a great discussion. They are all the nicest people, and I met some new ones. A guy Garth is from Australia and is hilarious. He is a musician and he was looking for a drummer, and I told him I played but wasn’t exactly amazing, but we are going to jam sometime so that should be fun. And this other guy Gene (but his name isn’t spelt like that, it’s spelt weird like Nd…somethingsomething) who is French.
So in conclusion, the weekend was a success.
I’m going to miss you all this week at Thanksgiving, so make sure to send some love (or turkey/stuffing/cheesy potatoes/monkey bread)
Brent
6 comments:
Brent,
I'm glad you had a good weekend. We just finished watching the Broncos game at the Jensens (they lost).
We will miss you at Thanksgiving, too, but remember to pause and give thanks where you are.
In our church bulletin the Thanksgiving Proclamation was printed and it goes like this:
It has seemed to me fit and proper that God should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged, as with one heart and one voice, by the whole American people. I do, therefore, intivte my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next as a day of Thanksgiving and praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the heavens.
Abraham Lincoln 1863
Love Mom
who eat's monkey bread for Thanksgiving?
Monkey bread: A sweet, sticky bread version of an outback bloomin onion. Little knobs of bread covered in sweet cinnamon stuff arranged in a big circle.. You just grab a piece and pull it out of the circle. Probably not Europeanly acceptable cause you use your hands but quite tasty. Eric's, (Brent's brother) his in-law make it for all of us for thanksgiving dinner. A particularily anticipated part of the meal.
Brent you should ask your new American friends if they are throwing a thanksgiving dinner.
Thinking of you this week.
Dad
Hey Cousin!
Let me tell you about a dream I had. Me and my two friends Amanda and Brian went on an exchange to Paris. (Sounds familiar?) I met you at the airport and then we said goodbye because you had to go shotput. The 3 of us went to a tour of an old, dark castle. We even did a bit of shopping I believe, which is where I met my Host family.
Who would be looking after me you ask? Well, Beyonce Knowles, who else!
I have no idea how I get crazy ideas like this, but you'll be please to know that she thought my French was incredible.
You're in my prayers, I love you!
Lindsay
hehe! I talked to my grandma last night and she was talking about alkcol and such and asking what I was doing in the pubs. Well I had to explain about Polish Culture and how here it's legal and it's not bad to have one drink or two. But she told me that she would never bring her Jesus into a place like that...too bad for the people in the pubs! Anyways...I don't think she'd like your small group.
I can't even spell alkcohol...I think that's correct. Not sure
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