Or maybe I'm not...
2 1/2 weeks of French are now nicely tucked under my belt, which is getting a little tighter given my propensity to crave rich and delectable foods -- or any junk -- when I'm a wee bit stressed out. There seems to be a method to the madness, but then there's also just some utter and complete madness. Alliance Francais, what were (and are) you thinking????
There is nothing much to report. I study. I chat in French with Laurence, simple things like, "How are you?" or "What's the weather?" The conversation then abruptly stops as I have nothing else to really follow up with, but it's coming along!
Onwards! Bonne chance a moi!
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