This girl named Sonja who's in my program sat at the table with me and we started talking. She seems cool and she wanted me to come to a museum today but I already promised Wendy I'd go downtown with her. I would've rather gone to the museum, but I had to bail on Wendy the other night when she wanted to go out because apparently, I have a 10 o'clock curfew and it takes about two hours to eat dinner in France, which takes places anywhere from 7:30-9 (7:30 chez Cottave-Fabert).
Anyway, I picked up some flowers (pink tiger lilies) for Mme. Cottave at a market after class, brought them back to the house, dropped off my book bag, and headed downtown to meet Wendy and some other girls. They were shopping at this store that did not suit my taste at all, but I waited for them to finish. Afterwards they stopped in another store that was equally tacky and I decided I wanted to go to Mango (where I bought two cute going out tops, one for me, one for Anna) and have them meet me instead of stay in that disgusting store (think Apple Bottom-type clothes). Jennifer, this Asian girl from New Jersey who I vaguely remember from Intro to Poetry last spring (she was in my class) volunteered to go with me. We hit it off pretty quickly. She told me that the other girls think I'm weird because they saw me wandering around alone yesterday! Haha! We made plans to have a picnic at La Bastille on Sunday. We're going to take the gondola thing up and climb down. I'm excited! Later we met back up with Wendy and sat down for [non-alcoholic] drinks at a little cafe.
I can't believe I'm legal in Europe and I haven't had a drink yet!!! It's killing me!!! Apparently a bunch of people are going to a discotheque on Friday around 10 but I have yet to break the news to Mme. Cottave. I really don't know how to deal with her saying no. It's just bizarre! I am a grown woman, she is not my mother, and I should be able to go out if I want to, n'est-pas?
When I returned home, I asked Mme. Cottave if she found the flowers and told her they were from me and she kissed me on both cheeks! I wasn't expecting such a strong reaction! I just thought I should bring her something because I know that the other students in the program brought their host families gifts. After she thanked me, she asked me if I'd like to go in the pool before dinner. Considering it's 90* out, I agreed. I sat in the pool for about a half-hour, BBMing with Lana and Anna (HI GUYS!!!!!!!), then went upstairs for dinner. I'm still lovin' that red one-piece. I really think they're 10x sexier than bikinis...they leave more to the imagination and you don't feel like everyone's looking at your FAT!
For dinner, we started with a green salad, a Chinese cabbage salad, and a tomato salad. I really wanna ask her how to make the dressing! It's so good. Then she brought out two type of omelet, one with an herb similar to spinach, called sorrel in English. I Wikipedia'd it and apparently it is commonly used as a laxative, which would explain the last few hours... Also, it tastes like moulokheya, which is a traditional Egyptian dish that I happen to hate (although many people love it)... The other omelet we ate had cheese and a more common herb that I of course forgot the name of already! She also made these really good potatoes. Dessert was the same as always: cheeses, fruit, and yogurt.
After dinner, Jessica and I followed Mme. Cottave to her basement where she was holding what she calls an exposition. All her artist friends come and do art with her in commemoration of her mother's life. Her mother was a locally famous artist. Mme. Cottave herself is an artist as well...I just can't seem to get away from these weirdo art people. Is someone trying to send me a sign? Anyway, back to the story, Jessica and I went to the basement and found Mme. Cottave and her colleagues drawing these two little girls who were posing for them. We walked around the other rooms in the basement, which were filled with art from past expositions (it's annual, I guess). We stumbled across a book Mme. Cottave herself wrote about her mother. It was really nice! We were surprised to see how dedicated she was to keeping the memory of her mother and her mother's art alive. We were heading back upstairs and saying "Bon Soir" to Mme. and her friends when suddenly, she asked me if I would like to pose for her and her friends next week! I was flattered and I agreed... I mean, porquoi pas?/why not? It'd be kind of cool to check off a list of things to do before I die (which, unfortunately, I do not have)... Hopefully there's no catch, like, "Oh, we wanted you to go nude s'il vous plaites!" HA. Anyway goodnight! Je vais faire mes devoirs (do my homework) and go to bed. A bunch of us are going to a public pool tomorrow to take a dip before class... Bon soir!
2 comments:
you are way too cute for getting me a top! & i laughed out loud when i read the pose nude sil vous plaite hahah. glad things are getting better! hope you will be able to go out saturday night!
you really are too cute for getting annoona a "going out top" ... i'm soooo glad i gave you money and a credit card!!! missed your ichat today ... will try to catch ya tomorrow! wuv u.
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