I think I just got incredibly sick of looking at the other journal, and I've nothing better to do while waiting for my french student.



Busy being touristy, so i will inevitably arrive home with an impossible number of photos of quaint little villages, badly cropped churches and palaces, frost on car windows and my first thanksgiving lunch ever... in Normandy.



Already incredibly excited about next year, spend more than I'm worth on concert tickets, and have discovered that the French don't quite understand my musical taste, or my music rants.


Missing home greatly, but not THAT greatly

till next time