Today was kind of better, but then I was supposed to meet up with this lady at her house so we could talk about me giving some English lessons to her two kids, but then I couldn't find their house! They live by the hospital, but from the address she gave me, it seems that they must live inside the hospital, which is just impossible. I walked all around the place but couldn't find it at all. Bahh! So I emailed her saying I was really sorry, but I just really couldn't find the house. So I'm going to try again tomorrow.
So after three days of many failures, feeling pretty run down and worn out, what did I do...? Well I baked cookies, of course.
I should have known better than to make snickerdoodles. They made the house smell like Christmas, and I immediately fell into serious nostalgia. But, needless to say, they were delicious. I have to say, I am proud of my baking feats here in spite of my lack of measuring things and certain crucial ingredients (ex. used apple cider vinegar instead of cream of tartar). They tasted just like mom's. I think Francois ate about ten. At least there's someone around here who will eat the things I bake. And boy does he love sweets. Works for me.
Today started out as a baddd French day. It got better though, by the end. I hung out with Micka in the kitchen while he made dinner. I was trying to explain to him what collard greens are and why it's sad they don't exist here. Sidenote: if you look on the wikipedia page for collard greens, it specifically lists South Carolina as one of five places in the world where people eat them. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Collard_greens
There's not even a word for them in French. Oh well.
I like hanging out with Micka. He is much more informal with me than Corinne. Concrete example: he uses the "tu", or informal form when talking to me, whereas Corinne still uses "vous." Come on Corinne, I've been living in your house for almost 2 months. Micka has a really bizarre sense of humor that I did not get at first, but now that I do, it's nice to have him around for comic relief. When I first got here, Corinne was explaining to me that it was no use to load the dishwasher because Micka would just move everything around anyway since he's very particular about it, and Micka responded by saying that women can't do anything in a way that is logical. I think I wrote about it on this blog actually. At the time I think I thought he was being serious. Obviously now I know he was joking. Not about the dishwasher though, he really is anal about it. And most things, actually. Sometimes I don't understand how he and Corinne work together as a couple, but I guess opposites attract. I wouldn't say that they are opposites either, really. And he makes her laugh, which is always important.
In other news, the other day, I learned (from Micka, of course) that the best time to buy a round of Camembert is 15 days before the expiration date. Now you know. Also I learned that getting your teeth cleaned is free here. Along with most things that have to do with your health. This is something that still blows my mind, just as it blows Samira's mind that a lot of people in the U.S. don't even have access to healthcare because it's too expensive. She wants to go back to the states, but that is the one thing she's worried about. Well yeah, what the heck? Get with it, USA.
Mi still loves me. This is incredible considering how many times I've kicked her out of my room before I go to sleep. I have to do this or she will sleep on my pillow/on my face. One time she even hissed at me for it. Well, sorry Mi but girl's gotta get some sleep.
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| on my windowsill, as usual |
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