Thursday, April 20, 2006

This one comes to you from Barcelona. After bullfights and a few days in aix the fam and I have wondered out of France. Gosh I love France but it is nice to get away from Aix and the Frenchies for a little. After 3 days here we are renting a car and going to Bilbao to see some little museum called the Gugenheim. O yeah, on the way we are going to stop in Pamplona to have an aperitif Hemingway style. hoooot

Sunday, April 16, 2006

School will be back the 2nd of May! Hooot, the students won!

The road trip to Italy was superb. CInque Terre, Pisa, Florence, Venice and a lot of food and laughing.

I am in Arles with dad and Oma and we are going to see a bull fight this morning. Happy Easter to that.

Will write more soon.

Saturday, April 08, 2006

In about 10 minutes 3 friends and I are hopping in our rented car and driving to Italy...random and really exciting. HOOT!!

Dad, I am locked out of my email for some reason but I wanted to let you know I have booked several train tickets and the price for all three of the tickets for three people is around 500€. One of them is a night train too so that is good. Not sure how you want to divide that up with Oma but will you let her know. I can't wait to see you on Friday!!!

Friday, April 07, 2006

Hey Kathryn, Yes on the Loyola email. No probs there. And you spewing water on your computer made me almost pee in my pants. hehe. I hope things are going well at school. I take a pass on your homework but I hope you enjoy. I'll be in Italy.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

At the risk of shocking the world, I announce that the strike at the Fac de Lettre @ U of P......continues. A hopeful email from a professor gave me a little jolt that I might have to do some work next week. I feel pretty doubtful about that. Yesterday's "day of movement" resulted in over 3 thousand protesters around France, most in Paris and Marseille.

I got a hair cut today and I was avoiding that because I know the prefered hair do in these parts oddly resembles a mullet. Yup.. I got a french mullet. Hoooot. The funny thing is, I kinda like it. After the most sensual hair wash I've ever known, Jonathan says "Dit-mois." I tell him a bit of a trim and some thinning out. He prepared. This process is the same process of Michelangelo before he started David: a general understanding of the subject matter from afar and near then a visualization of the end product, a tassle here and a sweep there and Voila! he began. It was serious: an hour of him making love to my hair and proudly spurting out english phrases like "I have a red table", and finally I have a mullet.

Adriana: yes, I miss muffins too. lol. Hows le nez?