bonjour!

i made it.
it's not like i hate flying but i do a bit.
anyways, riding on the TGV was kinda fun.
and one thing for sure: french people really DO NOT WANT or BOTHER to speak english.
"excuse me do you speak english?" an old lady asked.
"no." the lady at the bookshop shook her head.
well, even though i speak so slow like a retardo, i'm giving it a go.
i guess it doesn't really matter how grammatically correct you are.
it's the effort of trying to speak their language that counts.
fingers crossed that i'll survive all this.

if you don't hear from me again.
that's probably because i'm queuing at the banque trying to pay for my rent and internet.
or i'm just trying to drag all the necessities (like kettles, mugs, dishwashing liquid, you name it) from the supermarket in one gigantic bag back home on foot.
it's only a 20-min walk, but when you're carrying stuff like milk, water, fruits and other stuff, it's a completely different story.

behave yourselves and don't blow anything up.
x