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Published: April 1st 2007
Looks Like Rain
A stormy day in Besancon. You can see my school in the distance. It's springtime in France, and it's lovely. Granted, it's no 80 degree Nebraska weather, but I'll take 65.
I really hope my parents get to see it. For those of you who don't know, my parents' travel plans have been put to a half after the passport processing station decided to get lazy, or maybe just really busy. So now, I might have to enjoy Paris and Normandy without them, which would be utterly tragic.
But I have faith. I have a feeling that the passport god will come through and send them theirs by say, Wednesday. So everyone: Cross your fingers. I mean it. Cross them and keep them crossed.
Since nothing out of the ordinary has been happening here, it's kind of hard for me to write a long blog entry. I could ramble on about school, french dorm-life or a multitude of mundane things, but I don't know if it'd be worth your time. So if you have questions, feel free to ask them. It's a wild life I'm leading her in France, and I'd be happy to share it with you all...
Time for Francoscopie. Joy!
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