Time : 9:03pm
Location: sitting in my room
Weather : well, it didn’t rain today
I did not process that it was Saint Patrick’s day until I had gotten dressed, fully without any green on, and I did not feel like changing. I also felt like I had no green to wear. If you know me, this is not the case at all seeing as I could be green right down to my socks. Oh well. I’ll just wear some tomorrow.
I took the morning off from the gym. My triceps were screaming at me when I woke up, so I took this as a sign to lay low for the day. Which was kind of a good decision. Not that it was bad, but well, laying low is laying low and always results in me being laundry.
I was really pumped up when I went to class. The sun was shining, the Thursday market, which again took me by surprise, was full of clothes and seeing as I had no cash on hand I browsed freely with Evelin without the awful temptation to buy. Then we strayed into a shop, then another, and another, and I found a shirt that I have to buy. But we were almost late for class so I did not. But I will.
There is something about Class that just makes me tired. This tired comes in many ways, one of them being my French grammar and ability to put together a decent sentence goes out the window. I also can not process listening activities one bit. To add to the off-ness of the afternoon, we were three as a class, plus the teacher. Au-pairs are dedicated students and apart from our travels, we never miss a class.
On the way home, on the ever over flowing bus, my mukluks got noticed and sparked a conversation. Apparently I look Moroccan, but wait, I speak English. I caught a kid looking at me, so I said CANADA very slowly so he (and I) could process it. This then sparked a conversation with a curious young lad with just how cold it is in Canada and how hot it is here. A smart girl noted that since it is so hot here I shouldn’t have to be wearing such warm boots. I was tempted to inform her that she was wearing a parka.
In the Petit Casino (grocery store) I came across something amazing: Canada Dry. Evelin had never tried it, so I was obliged to buy it and make her try it. I am going to say we are still undecided on whether or not it was a hit. Maybe tomorrow at brunch it will be. Fingers are crossed.
The evening was not overly interesting. At all.
I was looking forward to a little St. Patty’s cheer in my day, but well, it didn’t happen. I mean, if I’m not going to change my clothes in the morning just for a day of the year, then how else is it going to happen?
Please note : I have been informed that France does indeed participate in Saint Patrick’s Day celebrations.
That is all.