that I am in France. Suddenly all the words I typed (in english, because I can hardly write in french) had squiggly red lines under them....because they weren't French words. And facebook displays French advertisements. And thats all I can think of right now....but I know there are other strange french internet things. oh, ya....google too.
Went to a Thai restaurant today. Of course I had springrolls. The springrolls at every Thai or Vietnamese restaurant I go to in France are like no other I've had before.
The spring rolls are served like this:
step 1 - a piece of leaf lettuce the size of your hand.
step 2 - put about 3 or 4 mint leaves in a line on the middle of the lettuce leaf.
step 3 - put the heavily deepfried most delicious pork filled spring roll in the middle with the mint.
step 4 - roll the lettuce so that it is wrapped around the springroll.
step 5 - dip it in this sweet kinda spicy sauce with little grated carrots.
step 6 - wish you were eating one right now.
This is what I can afford to put on my wall.... not as nice as the wall paper and wall stickers from the previous post, but it will do. And look at the cute little bear head trying to poke his way into the picture....sneaky bastard.
As I find more scraps and things to put on the wall, the border will eventually go around the entire room....which wont take long because that is already half of my room almost. They can't be seen very well in these photos, but there are a couple Degas prints that I bought at le Musee D'Orssay. AND, you can see a some paper chain people above one of the Degas'. There is a chain of boys, and a chain of girls. Today is the first day I have successfully made my own paper chain people. I remember trying all throughout childhood, but it just wasn't as easy as a snowflake. Eventually I just gave up, and up until today I could never spawn my own paper chain people. But today, everything changed. Here is up-close proof....
I did some random exploring today around Bastille. I had finished sticky-tacking most of my photos and scraps to the wall. Some guy asked me out while I was crossing the bridge during my exploration. His teeth were dirty. That's all I could pay attention to. He looked me up and down before stopping to talk to me. That is so typical random french guy of him. He didn't speak any english, so I had to speak french....and he actually understood me, so we continued to talk for a few more minutes even though I refused his invitation, and his teeth were dirty. It was my first real conversation in french that lasted more than 1 minute, so I didn't want the conversation to end. I was trying to find a good route for jogging I was telling him, and he gave me some suggestions in the area. He asked me my name, and I shook his dry hand and told him my name was Dandy (first word that popped into my head), and continued across the bridge. I was kind of really lost, but eventually I made it home. When I finally made it back to my neighbourhood, and began recognizing things I got really excited, and was suddenly extremely happy to be home, and felt so comfortable where I was! It's strange how you sometimes don't have to go very far to realize how much you appreciate or miss something.
Two firsts today:
1) paper chain people - at the age of 21
2) first real french conversation - with dry hands creeper
C'etait un bon jour aujourdhui!
