Monthly Archives: November 2010

Turkey Day Frenchified

I have been a horrible horrible blogger recently. Ever time I go to work on my blog, my internet dies, my computer turns to mush, or I get attacked by frenchies. Now, even though internet has recently decided to be my friend again, although on a limited basis, trial period you know, I still don’t have enough time to really update the two weeks or so I missed. It’s crunch time for my program, on three weeks or so before were done and in that time I have my rapport du stage to write, grammar test, oral test, an exposĂ©, letters to write, and interview with my next potential stage. So, come January when I should theoretically have lots of free time, I’ll try and make up for the last two weeks. Until then I’m just going to try and find time to keep up with the important stuff. For example, our fantabulous turkey sans turkey dinner we cooked this weekend!

While I am not Thanksgivings biggest fan, I still wanted to share the holiday with the foyer friends since it’s a pretty hard holiday to understand. (Try explaining the story about how Indians just gave food to Pilgrims, even though the Pilgrims were killing the Indians off with disease and stealing their land and you’ll see what I mean. 🙂 ) Eliza wanted to do Thanksgiving dinner as well, so we decided to give it a go.

We started preparing weeks before because we knew certain supplies could not be found easily in Paris. For example, brown sugar and evaporated milk do not exist in France. Thankfully, there are a bajillion Americans in Paris and thus there are several stores to serve our double stuffed oreo and peanut butter needs. We went to Thanksgiving, an American grocery store on Rue Saint Paul.  They had all the stereotypical American food and supplies for cooking your perfect Thanksgiving dinner. Also, if you are rich, they will even cook your turkey for you and make you pies. However, for any poor starving students, I would suggest looking at all the other alternatives first because imported goods in a specialized store are expensive. While evaporated milk and brown sugar can’t be found in normal grocery stores, maple syrup can, although it’s still not the cheapest. Also, Bazaars come in handy once again for buying supplies. I found 4 tin pans for 2 euros at a Bazaar just by chance, which came in handy when making the stuffing and the sweet potatoes. Also, you can buy pie crust in any grocery store, you even have options.

Saturday morning we headed to the outdoor market up by Alexandre Dumas so buy our veggies and such. We had to stop by Franprix first for some supplies and wound up with free apples as part of a promotion. (Thank you Franprix for magically knowing that starving students like apple pie!!!!! ) Vegetables are actually really cheap in France compared to the US. I bought a giant bag of carrots for 1 euro, and it was similar pricing for the potatoes and green beans. However, they were incredibly confused that we just wanted one lemon.

After shopping, we got to work preparing all the food. Secret ingredient to cooking a cheap Thanksgiving dinner, friends with cooking supplies! Thanks to a mixture of Zipeng, Pengpeng, Eliza, and my cooking supplies I only had to buy a measuring cup. Although, it was a little tricky cutting up sweet potatoes with a dull knife, but we got creative and it all worked out.

My foyer does have a kitchen, but it only has one oven, 2 stovetops, and a microwave. So, we had to balance out when we cooked stuff while also sharing the oven with everyone who wanted to cook lunch.

Besides being a little stressed out, things actually went pretty smoothly. We ate an hour later than planned, but it was mostly because nobody showed up on time, but that’s just life. Our meal included 4 rotisserie chickens bought from the boucherie down the street, green beans made by Pengpeng, stuffing made by Myles, Sweet potatoes and carrots made by me with the help Younes, Rabi, Pengpeng, and Julia, potatoes au gratin made by Eliza, two pumpkin and one apple pie made by Eliza, and wine from Yoann.

We properly stuffed ourselves and had a marvelous night, Thanksgiving success.


Just a cute video. Rien d’autre.


I was enjoying my morning internet connection, when I stumbled across an amazing blog one of the GPPers posted on facebook. (Paris vs New York, a tally of two cities) Of course, once I started clicking around I stumbled across some amazing blogs and general information about Paris. So, here it is.(Btw, most of these links are in English or have an English option)

L’Enigme des Passages Couverts – You know those awesome covered shopping passageways? Well, now you can explore them murder mystery style. Only 18 euro each and they run during the Christmas break.

Paris Daily Photo – A new picture of Paris everyday, and a nice description so you can discover all sorts of Paris secrets.

PrĂŞte Ă  Voyager – A “loving graphic designer” blogging about Paris. Through her I found a post on what special events happen throughout the year. For example, I now doubly wish I could stay through June, apparently there’s a graffiti festival.

Design*Sponge – Paris Guide – A list of all sorts of amazing things I want to do and places I want to see.

Lost in Cheeseland – Interesting blog about living in Paris. A little hard to navigate so I’ll have to explore it more later.

La mosquĂ©e – Massages! Expensive though, but apparently really good. So I’ll add it to my long list of things I’m considering for Christmas.

Mama Shelter – Hotel incredibly close to me. It looks all hip and modern, and it’s not exactly cheap. So, I don’t know what it’s doing right down the street from me in a “popular” (poor) district. I’ll have to explore that site a bit more too.

Little Brown Pen – Photographs of Paris. And not cheesy touristy Paris, he even took pictures of my favorite metro station (Arts et Metiers).

I’m sure I could have kept clicking and found a hundred more links, but I should probably actually do something today.

Bonne journée!

Don’t let the rain come down

I’m very glad that today is a national holiday, because not only did I finally get to sleep in, but now I get to write about my wonderful week. 🙂

Monday, I got to sit in on the wonderful restoration class at my stage, where we learned about “Oil painting technique from the 15th to the 18th centuries”. It’s possibly my favorite class because I always learn something new, and how many people really get to learn about art restoration? It’s also the only class where I generally take over 4 pages of notes, who wants to forget all the cool information and the fun facts like “If you wanted to buy one of Ruebens paintings, you could either pay an arm and a leg for a Ruebens by Ruebens, or pay less for a painting done by Ruebens and one of his students signed by Ruebens, or pay less for a painting done by a student, in the style of Ruebens”. The amazingness of Monday started during the “tea break” in the middle of class, when I got to talk to one of the students. All we talked about was how I was silly to doodle on my notes and where I’m from, but I actually got to practice my french! Then, after class I was asked by another student my opinion on “What’s happening to Obama right now”. I had to show that I’m a typical American and haven’t really paid attention and don’t really have an opinion, but it was really cool to finally be asked about that, because it’s a common question that most of the GPPers hear. Then I bought a nice cheap lunch of a supermarket sandwich with Nutella snack packs, and ate with the students. I had to leave before I was really finished, so I headed downstairs and got to eat with the actual restorers. I finally had a lunch where not only did I get to listen to French, but I got to participate a little in the conversation. After mon stage, I headed to my grammar class where we learned about common phrases using “en”. Then I had class with Marie at IFE where we learned about “Les Consonnes”, when to pronounce certain letters at the ends of words, and, finally, after 8 years of French, when to pronounce the “s” at the end of “plus”. I still don’t completely understand it, but I can finally stop making the common mistake of saying the “s” in “ne…plus”. We managed to have dinner at the foyer, and then Eliza and I worked on our exposĂ©s until late at night, when we went to a get together for one of our friend’s birthdays, and then headed to bed.


I woke up early so that I could put the finishing touches on my exposĂ©, make sure it was in French and all that. Then I headed over to Belleville for class with Thierry. The idea was to walk around Belleville, learning the history of the area while looking at where it all actually took place. However, the rain just refused to stop, so we ended up spending class by sitting in a cafĂ© and taking notes, walking around, finding another cafĂ©, walking around, and then finding another cafĂ©. It was a little ridiculous, except I got some free hot chocolate and pastries because of it, thank you Thierry! In the end I had to do my exposĂ© in a cafĂ©, which was a little awkward, but it would have probably been more awkward sitting in a park like I think Thierry had originally planned. In the end, I got a good grade but Thierry said I would have done much better if I had organized it the French way. Which, is to have an intro and conclusion, and before each section list out what you’re going to say. Basically, be extremely repetitive. We finished early because of the rain, so I headed to the foyer to do everything I didn’t have time to do while working on my exposĂ© and just relax before class. In grammar class, we learned about the futur tense and how to conjugate it. I was suppose to have a make up class for Thierry in the evening, but he canceled it, so I headed home to get ready for the big night of….. Rabi’s birthday!

Rabi was our first friend in France, during Ramadan he fed us dinner, we’ve had parties up in his room, he’s just awesome so we knew we had to do something for his birthday. At first, we just figured we’d bake him brownies or something like that, but eventually it evolved to playing some sort of practical joke on him. We decided that since we always make such a big deal about his awesome afro, we’d all surprise him by wearing afro wigs ourselves. So, after dinner we made the brownies (very hard because not only did we have to switch the measurements, but we couldn’t find any brown sugar at the supermarket) (also, fyi the french do not differentiate between cookies, brownies, and cakes), and got everybody together. He was suppose to come around 11:00, so around then we all put on our wigs and hung around the common room playing games (we taught everyone how to play BS) and taking incredibly silly photos.  By twelve, we were all debating the best way to get him back to the foyer before it got to late when, guess who wandered in, Rabi! He was completely shocked and had no clue what was going on at first. We sung happy and just hung out and it was awesome. Basically, extreme birthday success! Joyeux Anniversaire encore Bert!


Went to my stage expecting to just work on translating the website all morning, only to discover that it was a special class on the  “materials of retouching”. So, I got to sit in on a class taught by the director, talk to some people, and eat lunch with everybody, where I learned important things like how Nutella is actually from Italy. Go Italians! Afterwords I headed to grammar class where I learned when to use the Futur Proche and when to use the Futur Simple, tricky business but it makes more sense now. Then I headed home expecting to just take a nap, eat dinner, and fall asleep early. Instead, I ended up going to a play (a futuristic adaptation of Oscar Wilde’s Salome, very strange, even to the Frenchies) and eating dinner with the group. It’s funny, back in the U.S., I really don’t care about meals. I tend to eat alone and then actually go do something, the meal is just a necessary waste of time before the event. Here, the meal is the event, it’s where I socialize with people and really get to know everyone. Maybe it’s just because the food’s better lol.


I got to sleep in this morning because…. National Holiday! So, after finally catching up on my sleep a bit, I headed to see a film with some friends. We were going to see Buried with Ryan Renolyds, but we ended up getting there to late, so we saw “L’homme qui voulait vivre sa vie” with Romain Duris as the star actor of course! It was a…. strange.. movie. It took a while to actually reach the plot, and then anytime anything happened, they’d basically just flip over the story to make it work. (Spoiler alert) Like, ok he accidentally killed a guy, so he’s going to fake his own death and take the other guys identity, and his life turns out great, until he has to meet someone who knew the guy before, so he fakes his death again and heads to Venezuela, but the ship is attacked! So he gets thrown off the boat with proof of the attack, gives the proof to someone else who becomes famous and walks off into the distance! Basically, the film was very french and very heavy, I walked away with a weird feeling that I’ve only just gotten rid of by watching big bang theory with Zipeng. As awesome as Romain Duris is, I would not recommend that film. We had a very diverse group movie taste wise, and none of us really had anything to say about it.

So, that was my super-awesome week! Which I guess technically isn’t over yet, but since I’m only going to my stage tomorrow morning and don’t have class, I’m saying the weekend has started.

I may have seen a really weird film and play, but this week was still incredible because I simultaneously had the awesome feeling of finishing my exposé and the incredible feeling of hanging out with friends. Success, I am ready for this weekend. 🙂

Hope everyone had a happy Veterans day! Bonne soirée!



Got up and went to my internship, where after finishing my translations I basically just observed what everybody was doing for 2 hours, then ate lunch with them for 2 hours. I should have asked for something to do, but whenever the director isn’t there I know they don’t actually have any work for me to do. Which is something that frustrates me about my stage, I don’t often feel useful. But, I was actually kinda glad to just watch people work, because it’s incredible interesting to just watch them mixing colors and matching the painting completely. Back in high school I had trouble making the color for my painting of a light cover, here they know exactly which color combination to use and how much, I only saw the wrong color appear once, and she just added some more white or something like that and it was perfect. Everyday I see somebody eat lunch from this restaurant called “Parce Que”. Originally I’d try and find “Parce Que” as an excuse to explore the area. However, after many weeks it continues to escape my notice, so I finally decided to just ask somebody where it was. Turns out it was hiding on a corner right down the street, where I hadn’t explored because I thought there were only businesses. “Parce Que” is a little shop where they sell healthy salads, sandwiches, pastas, and soup. The food’s really good, but it’s a little pricey for my tastes. However, I might just have to treat myself every once and a while. Back at l’Atelier, for lunch I just sat there looking pretty and not really talking to anyone, but at least I got to eat lunch with them for once. Silly artists with their lack of schedule.

After my grammar class, I headed home and met up with John who had returned from Switzerland. We had dinner with some foyer friends and then watched The Big Bang Theory chez Zipeng. Sometimes I feel like I spend too much time watching movies or tv shows, but weirdly enough it’s through sitting around watching television that you can sometimes have the coolest conversations. Like after watching show, we got to have an actual conversation about what Zipeng wants to do with his life and all that, I miss actual conversations. After that, I had to be a lousy friend and work on my rapport du stage and call it a night.


Got up at walked with John to my stage, where I left him to use the MacDonalds wifi and wander around on his own before he left Paris after lunch to return to good ol Scotland. The students had finally returned from vacation, so I got to sit in on the Art History class again. I missed having the students at my stage sooo much. Not that I actually talk a lot with them, but they’re all really nice, the classes are really interesting, and there’s just so much more activity with them around. In class, we moved on to Italy, where we talked about art in the 14th and 15h centuries (pre-renaissance),with painters such as Trecento, Giotto, and Lorenzo Monaco. Don’t you just love those names? After class I grabbed some pasta from “Parce Que” with a strawberry something dessert. Turns out my pasta came with marinara sauce, which was heavenly since I have not eaten nearly enough Italian meals since coming here, and the dessert was basically the cool whip dip my mom makes with I believe some strawberry yogurt and jello, a very welcome reminder of home. I started eating with the students, but because the other class ran late, I had to move downstairs before their afternoon class started. I kinda awkwardly joined in with the actual workers. They all seem to be in a set group, so I just listened and enjoyed hearing french for an hour. In my grammar class, we learned how to use “Les pronouns neutres: le, y, en” which is basically another way to say “it”, one of the most important words in any language in my opinion. After class I headed to IFE for a make-up class with Marie since we didn’t have class on Monday. We learned about the differences between formal, normal, and informal ways of speaking. We got to watch this amazing comedian do a sketch making fun of teens today and how they pay too much attention to technology and use too many acronyms and all that. (Here’s a link of the first part of the sketch for any frenchies out there: I love any chance I get to find little tidbits of French culture, especially since it’s so often hidden by all the Americanisms. After class, Eliza and I ate some wonderful Kebab and then headed to the Halloween Spooky Story event at the foyer. We were a tad too tired to get the full spooky effect, but after our friend explained what was going on later, we were sufficiently creeped out.


Worked on translating the website for my stage. Staring at a computer for almost four hours straight wasn’t the smartest thing to do. But since I don’t need a smoke break, I didn’t really think about stopping to stretch my legs of anything like that. It’s one of those American habits that’s really hard to get rid of. I misjudged when everybody was going to eat lunch, and ended up just heading out on my own because… No Grammar class today! My prof had a meeting, so I got to start my weekend early, a much needed break. I decided to use my extra time to check out an apartment the family might be staying in for Christmas (turns out its on a normal side-street, nothing special but nothing sketch) and to get some homework done. Then I went for a walk with a friend (we were going to try out the Velibs, but then realized that my American Credit Card wouldn’t work with the machine), had dinner, and then went to bed at 8:30. That’s right, 8:30, I didn’t actually fall asleep until 10:30 but it was still marvelous, I love living here but boy is it tiring, it was so nice to just lay in bed and let my eyes relax.


I woke up later than I wanted, 9:30ish. I was still tired which just shows how much this city can take out of you, but I guess the same thing happens in college, no matter what I am really looking forward to next weekend. I tried to get myself motivated and working in my room, but new I couldn’t get anything really done unless I went to a library. So, Eliza and I decided to head to the 15th Arrondissement to scope out the only French public library open on Sunday! Turns out it’s beautiful, almost like Goucher’s library but probably not as green and possibly a little smaller. Of course all the tables were taken, so we somehow ended up sitting in the children’s section where it progressively got louder as the night went on. The library was a great place to get work done, only there are absolutely no plugs, so I was a little limited with how much time I could spend on my computer. I guess no plugs is the catch for freewifi. But, when my computer died I just took more notes, and when I couldn’t stand that anymore, I just went exploring and took out the French version of Spanish for Dummies. I’ve decided that while I still don’t really know what I want to do with my life, I want to speak multiple languages. I don’t have to be fluent but it’s gotta be more than French. And, since Goucher hasn’t been much help in that area, I need to take the initiative and start learning on my own. Hopefully I’ll find some local classes at a library or something for next semester, and maybe take some at a community college this summer back home, but either way I figure if I read the book at least the words will look more familiar to me. After the library, I had dinner with Emily, a Goucherite who’s currently during the program I’ll be doing next semester. We ate at a wonderful Italian restaurant by her foyer in the 15th Arrondissement, where I finally got to have some good Italian spaghetti, oh how I’ve missed you pasta. Emily lives in an all girls foyer, so I wasn’t able to see her room because they’re not allowed visitors, but I was able to see the common area and kitchen. It was huge and in good condition and all that, but everybody was in their own little group. At my foyer it’s hard to just hide in the corner, everybody hangs out together. I’m really glad I chose a co-ed foyer, I’ve met so many people just by hanging out in the common room and the whole foyer itself seems geared more towards meeting people. Emily said her foyer barely has events, and they don’t have a restaurant. My foyer has multiple events every week, and since most people eat in the restaurant, you always know there’s an easy way to meet people. After dinner, I headed back to my lovely foyer where I watched Man Vs Wild with the group. I never would have chosen to watch Bear Grylls trying to survive, doesn’t really sound that interesting, but I still had a fun time, and the episode was in Florida so we got to discuss how Eliza has alligators in her neighborhood and stuff. Important cultural knowledge.


I woke up later than I wanted, again. Got my laundry done, art some lunch, and headed to the library. I got there exactly when it opened, at 1 o’clock, was all ready to get working after lugging my laptop all over the metro when…. Guess what, library’s closed because of the strike! So, I trekked back to the foyer, and got to work in the common room. I’ve gotten a bit of work done, but I’m still really annoyed that I didn’t get to use the library. There’s something about a library atmosphere that actually makes me work. Here, well, I’m blogging aren’t I. Not exactly a productive environment. But, I’ll get all my work done, no worries.

Hope everybody had a wonderful weekend!

Bonne journée!

Dancing through life

This morning I managed to connect to the Goucher Database and do some research for my exposĂ© (presentation). I used the proxy method so I’m not sure how long it’ll work for or anything like that. My exposĂ© is on Immigration to Belleville, Goucher sources didn’t have anything on Belleville specifically, but I think what I found will be very useful for the actual numbers of immigrants coming to France, and why they came.

After my fabulous nutella and jelly lunch, I headed to my OFII doctors appointment. I left an hour early because I knew that if all went well I could get there in an hour, but I can never risk anything when it comes to visa forms. Luckily, I found the place easily and a half hour early. So, I explored the area a bit, I found a French version of Hot Topic and a store with lots of cute little nick-knacks that will be perfect for Christmas presents. Also, apparently there a lots of expensive Indian restaurants near Bastille, I’m not sure why, but one day I might just have to spoil myself, or Suman can come here and cook for me, either way. Ten to two, I went into the OFII building to find that 10 minutes early made me one of the last people in line. But, there were chairs so I just sat down and worked on my exposĂ© for the hour or so before they called me name. Then, I gave them my appointment sheet and stuck the 55 euro stamp to my paper, and waited a half hour. Then, they took an X-Ray of my lungs (note to anybody who has to do OFII, anybody else feel free to skip this, remember, this is France, they respect your privacy but they’re still French and doctors. There are no paper privacy t-shirts in France, get it?), checked my eye-sight, height and weight. Then I spoke with a doctor who showed me my X-Ray (and let me keep it to hang on my wall, they give it to everybody but he actual said I could put it on my wall, and I did. I was going to put in on my fridge but there isn’t enough room), explained that I was a perfectly healthy human being, asked some medical history, and asked if I had any questions. Then they stuck my OFII sticker in my passport and voila, fini. Going to the OFII office was honestly one of the easiest parts of my visa experience. At first I was freaked out because it reminded me a bit of waiting in NYC, but everybody turned out to be extremely nice. Everybody would speak to me in French, ask if I wanted English when I didn’t understand, then when I said I could speak French they would switch back no questions asked, completely polite. It’s pretty rare that people do that in France because normally they think they’re being polite by speaking jumbled English. Also, I completely screwed up at the end, and they laughed it off. They asked for my passport, and I said “but i gave it to you” and they said “I gave it back” and we went back and forth until finally the lady said, look in your bag. So, I did, and it was there. I felt like a complete jerk but they didn’t care, they just laughed and had that look of “Everybody does it, no worries.” From what I’ve heard, not all OFII experiences are as easy as this, but don’t go into the office assuming they’re gonna run all sorts of tests on you and make you wanna scream. Everybody I met was incredibly nice and understanding of the fact that we’re all foreigners and it’s a new experience for every person.

Since OFII ran so long, I missed my grammar class, so I took advantage of the time to look for a new pair of shoes. I went to Les Halles Chaussures (or something like that) near Bastille. It’s basically a big Payless but better quality and more expensive, maybe DSW or something like that. I didn’t find a pair of winter shoes or boots, but I did find a pair of tennis shoes on sale for 15 euros, which will give my feel a nice break from my converses and yet are insanely less American than my sneakers.

Then, I took the bus back to the foyer, got my meal tickets for the month, and attempted to get some work done before dinner.

For dinner we ate at the foyer restaurant where I had rice, carrots, and a sad attempt at pork. After spending most of the weekend speaking English, my French is horrible, so dinner was confusing mix of Franglais.

After dinner, I decided to work on my Rapport du Stage so that I could spend some time with John tomorrow. Only problem is, we’re not really sure what’s due Thursday. So, instead I went to Eliza’s to finish some translations for my stage. In the middle of trying to find translations for very formal French, we heard a knock on the door. Zipeng!

Basically, we ended up sidetracking into Yoann’s room where we got to play with his keyboard and listen to very pretty music. In the middle of listening to Yoann play the Forest Gump theme song while I danced with Eliza, I had one of those “Oh my god, I’m in Paris” moments. I’ve realized, it’s never when I’m next to Notre Dame, at the Sorbonne, or even up in the Eiffel Tower that I feel like I’m in Paris. My Paris is hanging out with my friends late at night, my Paris is listening to mamamia played by a pan flute in the metro, my Paris is watching the strikers go home after protesting all day. The monuments are there, but they’re not what I’ll remember twenty years from now, they’re not why I came. I came for the language, and I want to stay for the experiences and the life. I may not end up traveling at all while I’m here, but I’m learning just as much as any globetrotter you can find.

Never gonna survive unless you get a little crazy

Saturday night, I went to the train station and was able to find John no problem. So, we headed back to the dorm and had dinner. I know we did more that night, but I’m drawing a blank so I’ll have to update later.

Sunday, John and I headed over to Notre Dame for their organ concert. We got there far to early because I had forgotten to reset my clock for day lights savings time, so we wandered the area a bit. The concert was pretty cool, but I was really tired already so I might have closed my eyes for part of it, just maybe. For dinner we ended up buying pizza, 2 for 11 euros on rue de charonne, best deal I’ve gotten in Paris. Then we joined up with the crew for some Halloween partying. None of us had costumes, but we headed out dancing anyway. The French really don’t celebrate Halloween like we do, I think I say 3 decorations the whole night. Since it was a Sunday, and Halloween isn’t that big a deal, the clubs were pretty empty. But, we had a big group so we had fun just being the only ones on the dance floor. 🙂

Random fact: The French don’t say that Pirates say “Arrr!” because imagine saying “Arrr!” with a French accent, it just doesn’t work.

Yesterday, John headed out to explore the Eiffel tower while Eliza and I tired to find a library that was open. The first one we went to was locked and kinda looked like you needed an appointment for private consultation. Then we went to the library at the Centre Pompidou. Unfortunately there was a two hour wait just to make it into the library. So, we headed back home. But, our journey wasn’t a complete fail. It was a beautiful day, we made a homeless guy laugh in the metro, we recharged out Navigo passes, and I got my 55 euro for my OFII visit today. We tried to get some work done at the foyer, but it’s almost impossible. Whenever I work in my room, I end up on the internet, like now. So, we decided to work downstairs. The only problem there is everyone else is organized and has their work finished on the weekend. So, while we were trying to fill out paperwork, everyone else was watching Monsters Inc. Obviously I didn’t get much work done. Lesson, I will never, ever complain about the Athenaeum (Goucher’s library) again. Open 24/7, interlibrary loan, plenty of work space, open computers, and a quiet floor. I miss it soooo much.

For dinner, we cooked with Zipeng and Yoann. Then we watched some Big Bang Theory and called it a night.

Today, John headed to Switzerland for the day, so hopefully I’ll actually get some work done so I can hang with him tomorrow before he leaves Thursday morning.