Hostellerie du Royal Lieu
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The Last Few Weeks
... the end of the test, the surveiller (who is very nice) asked to read my test. She called me to her desk and for the first time in my whole life, she told me that she didn't understand what I wrote. I immediately burst into tears. I have always been good with words. I can always say exactly what i want to say and people always get what I mean. But learning another language means learning new ways to communicate, and it was the first time ...
The promised land is busy
Chauny....ahh what can I say about Chauny. Actualy not a lot as i have barely stepped ashore. i just parked red in the marina. Put the laundry on and organised the net. ut so far it has been awesome. we yachties being simple creatures find things like electricty, water, showers and laundry exciting. Having the net here just makes it feel like the promised land. today started slow. i got up at the sparrows **** ready to tackle the canals but as red was -2c it was a little icy. ...
Day 3 - Midnight in Paris
... bad, except one problem, apparently in France it's impossible to be a good dancer and have anything above a HALF FILLED B cup... Seriously? The dudes had way larger breasts than the women on stage... Me being an optimist, I thought "Hey, Well Played Le Moulin Rouge... Start with your B-Squad, get people excited to be there & then hit them hard with the sexy show we are all waiting for." As the show continued, it became very apparent that I ...
Big Day Today
... gross. Turns out I won't turn into the coffee consumer that I was expecting.
Anyway, we all got ready to take our walk. Gucci was so excited that he was just running around in circles in the backyard waiting for us all to be ready. We left the house, walked down a few streets to the edge of town, and onto the little trail. There was a long stretch in the forest that reminded me of running in Foothill park. Then we came to ...
Thinking of Home
... the car, everyone turned and stared at me. I heard a lot of whispers, and I realized that it was because no one wears yoga pants here. They aren't fancy enough. Well, I'm never making that mistake again.
Last Monday, I decided that I would put a little more effort into my outfit, given the fact that I wore a sweatshirt 3 days the previous week. I checked the weather, and for the first time in a while, the forecast said no rain. So I picked my coat that ...