country girl in the big city
My bags are packed. I am (hopefully) under the weight limit.
I have learned how to say, “ayudame por favor”.
I ran a trial half-marathon and didn’t pass out. I can also still walk.
Will camels be as friendly as cows are?
The roomates and I had a last supper: the star was homade Munster from the Vosges. I am scared I will go into cheese withdrawl.
I told my students that if I get lost would they come find me? And bring me back to cheeseland? They said they would. If you can’t trust 7 year olds, who can you trust?
I won’t be blogging for the next two weeks – but I have a few guest posts planned. Can’t wait to share my adventures! A bientôt