Life in France continues to be wonderful. Currently there is the fete du cinema going on. This means that if you go to a movie the first time you pay full price, but subsequent visits to the movies are only 3 euros. So we profited both from the reduced price and the air conditioned theatre when we saw Whatever Works, Woody Allen's latest film. It was neurotic and funny, as you'd expect.
The girls accompanied me to the grocery, and Kaitlynn, who likes to try new things, found a canned drink by the cold cokes, Orangina, and water that she'd never seen. It was called Panach! and was in a green can, so we figured it was a lemon-lime soda. On the street, she took one sip and said, "Oh my god, Shay, this is beer! And it's gross." We all tasted it, and turns out it was beer and limonade mixed together-which was indeed disgusting. So basically I am now supervising the purchasing of alcohol by minors. Way to go, Shay!
Last night we went back to Odysseum to do go-carts and bowling. The highlight of the night was when Karoline was moonwalking in her slick bowling shoes and accidentally fell over a cushion and crashed into a shelf. We also went ice skating in this place that has disco lights, tunnels and ramps. Though it was a more fun atmosphere, I am still not a fan of ice skating. I just don't get the draw. Why voluntarily make yourself cold? Hey, at least I didn't fall down.
Today after class we were going to sunbathe at the beach, but it started raining. We were so happy that it was finally cooling off that we decided to spend the entire afternoon reading and writing postcards and doing homework at a cafe. We chose a table in the shade, and not far from the mist-spraying fan. A sirop peche (peach cordial), cafe au lait and four hours later, we went home. I did take a video so that y'all could feel like you too are in the cafe. The accordion players were of course playing a selection of Edith Piaf songs. Hope you enjoy.
This is easily your most troubling blog entry. First why does Kaitlynn immediately recognize the taste of beer? What kind of students attend CD? And, why, if you are supposed to know so stinkin much about France, are you not able to tell beer from a lemon lime drink? It seems to me that CD would be better off sending ME to France as I would not have let a seemingly innocent (though she did recognize the taste of beer rather quickly) student drink what might be - since you are in France, hello? - alcohol !! I would at least have tasted it myself first to verify it being ok for my charges to consume, a fact that I will not allow to be missed by the appropriate authorities of the previously considered reliable, safe and trustworthy school, that is, until they let you loose in France!! (Emphasis on LOOSE!) Also, please get up closer to the street and stop worrying about sitting by the mist fan. I want to see people who look like they are in France walking past the cafe. Finally, when one ice skates one exercises and becomes warm in doing so thus making the closeness of ice seem great. Perhaps you are not putting forth any effort to get yourself warmed up and thus enjoy the cold! Peggy Flemming you are not! Next year, it's Dad in France! YES! Love, dad
ReplyDeleteI think I will talk to Mary Ellis about this when I see her. Obviously you can not speak French. I knew I was right. Beer, Shay?! Bethany would be so disappointed. Dr.Steckler, we should go to France and have way more fun than the loose moral Shay.
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Y'all are just picking on me out of jealousy. Shelley, quit agreeing with Dad. It only encourages him. And Dad, despite your jealous comment, I will try to get a video that is more up to your standards-sitting at the edge and watching people go by.
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