So, there's nothing sadder on the 4th than:
a) being in a country with NO GRILLS
b) being in a country where you can't trust the red meat
c) being in the most anti-american country aside from the Soviet Union on America day.
We began the day by drinking wine at noon, accompanied by our history professor. That's the one good thing about France: professors aren't put out if you come to class a little buzzed. And after the six straight hours of class, which is sacrilege today, we naturally came home and drank more wine.
Good times. There's nothing like living abroad to make you feel even more American. ESPECIALLY living here amongst such an opposite culture. I'm sad to not be home, and I will go to sleep tonight dreaming of Nathan's hot dogs, fireworks, and LBI.
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2 comments:
home misses you too babe!!
it's pouring, i am in a really bad mood, and lele and i are going to play with her new dog tonight!
Come home where you belong...as soon as you can, Jenny! I'm glad you got the European experience, but HOME is the only safe place!
Miss you!! Come up to the farm when you get back!
Big, very big, hugs!
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