Today an old woman at the bazarre gave me 6 beautiful hardcover french classics for free because in crappy French I told her I was an American student.
Two days ago I went to my first soirée with all the professors at the University. I was the only english speaker. My 14 year old host sister and best friend here reached up and patted my shoulder at one point as I was hugging the wall and said “Iz O.K., ve know you are crazy”
I got hit on by my first french native, who was a dude dragging a gigantic stick down the streets of Poitiers.
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