December 2011
17 posts
still lost
When everyone in the house is asleep and you need to use the restroom and all of the doors are closed and you can’t figure out what’s behind the door.
lost in translation
It’s odd to say that the only person willing to speak French avec moi is none other than a drunk old man. I should be calling him my half-grandpa a couple times removed from my mom’s side but his way of thinking is too traditional and almost a bit degrading for me to even begin. It’s great to practice with him because he would ask the same questions and repeat the same things...
bumper cars
There were two trucks on the street waiting for the light. I guess they were friends because the truck in the back bumped into the front truck then backed up. Then the front truck reversed and bumped into the back front. It was an interesting sight.
I swear the way the French drive is an amazing skill to acquire. Parallel parking is not one-way, you can have two noses or two butts against each...
little cravings
There’s tarama which is a spread that seems to consist of tiny salmon eggs. It’s brilliant and I wished they had it here in the states. There are over 10 different types of smoked salmon that you can purchase, while at my local supermarket there is only 1 kind.
There’s also fois gras which I’ve said many times before that I wouldn’t eat, yet I just finished a whole...
niggas in paris
it’s 8 am right now. What I’m not used to over here is being up before the sun, it usually pokes out of the heavy clouds eventually around 10 am. The weather forecast says it will be raining this whole week, I guess that’s fine since if it were to snow then that would mean that it’s much colder to walk outside. The boulangerie and supermarche are only a 10 minute walk from...
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