Alright. So it's been a long time since I last wrote. Yeah, I've been up to a lot. Most of you might not realize this but, learning is very tiring. Some of you must think, "This guy has never worked a day in his life and he's talking about being tired..." let me just say that I've worked on my feet for 9 hours a day and I realize that learning a new language is definitely more tiring. I don't wish to be controversial but, (all though I often am..) I didn't go to Italy to learn a very giddy argentine spanish. French is easily the hardest "Romantic" language to learn. You're just sitting there in class trying to make sense of it. Trying to see if there's a rule that lets you do the same trick to every phrase and then Claire Millet stands there and tells you that it doesn't work. In fact, it only works in this single instance, she'll smile and tell you, "Zaht ees french!"
Always Where I Need To Be
La Maladie de la Vache Folle
Today I learned to coolest phrase I've ever heard. But first of all, let me say that I learned more in one remedial class session here than I did in an entire semester of French at SAU. Today I quite literally went through the caf calling friends and strangers alike, "Tu es fou/folle!" I don't remember the last time I had that much fun speaking in a foreign language. I've cursed in other languages and not gotten the same funny feeling. It was "good humor". It was fun. That class was great. A friend of ours was asking the most useful questions and so now I'm prepared for most social situations. I'll obviously have to carry the paper taped to my forehead to keep it handy, but it's going to be awesome when I'm prepared for more than just "Je ne parlais pas francais...". I'm actually feeling quite optimistic about this french linguistic adventure.
London Calling
Anyone that knows me will know that all I do is dream of life in England. Today my life took an interesting turn. No pictures today. Just words. I watched ITV Sports' coverage of the England vs. Serbia match. If England won the match, they would automatically qualify for the World Cup next year. I was so excited to be watching UK tele again. It was a refreshing view on my priorities in France. Yes, I want to learn french. At the same time I dream of staying in London for the entirety of the Christmas Break. This is the part where I make a promise to myself that I have no way of assuring myself. I will live in London soon. Honest. I've got the worst case of "the London Calling". I must give France a chance though. Yes, I found myself muttering funny french things like instead of saying "offside" for the million times that Emile Heskey was occupying that circumstantial position, I found myself saying "position de aujour" (i hope that's how you spell it). I love french the language. It's so difficult to pronounce that I'm actually learning it. It's enough of a challenge. It's like my mind sees no way to defeat it so I feel like it's a challenge. I'm almost done with the resolving of the picture problem with the "Spaceman" post. In the meantime just be patient (for the 6 peeps that read this thing) and I'll do what I can as fast as I can.
Spaceman
Lets pray
"Dear Lord, thank You for letting me see this. Your creation. Glorious stuff. I know you don't need to hear it because when you look up the word "Glorious" in the Holy Bible, Your character and creation keeps on showing up all over the place. But, yeah, thanks. Only You know how much I need this. In Jesus' name I pray, AAAAAAAAAAAmen."
Getting here was a complicated matter.
My original gate.
My real gate.
My delayed gate.
More pictures to come. Just click on these for the full effect.