Here are some pics from my most recent voyage up north. I went to visit my host family that I stayed with when I was in high school. It seems like not much has changed, except all the children are approximately five times as tall. Seth and I made the seven hour train ride of a trek up there. On the way, we had a four hour layover in Paris, which is just enough time to walk through everyone's favorite cemetery, Père Lachaise. We saw them all--and by that I mean about ten: Piaf, Montand, Morrison, Bizet, Seurat, Modigliani, Wilde, Chopin, Balzac, etc.

My computer broke last week, which is fun. Rachel and I were just in the middle of watching "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof," and my computer told me it needed to be rebooted, and then it just wouldn't start. I suspected that the ghost of Paul Newman was watching it with us, but my computer just couldn't handle the paranormal activity, so it quit. Apparently it needed a new logic board. Thank goodness for Apple Care Protection Plans.

School is going. . . I should probably make it to the library more often. Here, you don't really have to buy text books--you're just supposed to go the the library and read for hours a week. I've been to the library before. It was fun. I'll make a habit out of it soon enough.

I've decided that for winter break I'm going to go back to Brêtagne to visit my host family again for the first week, for the second week I'm going with my friend Celina to Madrid to stay with another friend from IU, and for the last weekend, Celina and I will live it up in Paris. She's found someplace to go swing dancing there! My feet miss swing dancing.

I'm also on the verge of deciding what to do with my second spring break. . . My new friend Katie is putting together quite the trip, thus far comprised of six days in Iceland hiking glaciers and soaking in hot springs followed by another voyage down through Germany.  

This weekend a couple of really nice French girls from my cognitive psych class are taking Elizabeth and I on a day trip to Cassis. Can't wait!

Some pics:

I did not tell them to stand like that.

Erquy.

It was just a little too chilly to dive in.

This is the view that Bizet's ghost has from his resting place. (I've been getting mixed reviews about the Dutch tilt. I like it.)

What a dreary day--perfect for a walk through Père Lachaise!

French word of the day:

mie (mee) = the soft, squishy, white part of bread (why don't the anglophones have a one-syllable word for that?)

Selon moi, la meilleure partie du pain est la croûte, mais Pierre préfère la mie.