Partir là-bas

Yes. That is the tittle of the song in the Little Mermaid.

As strange as this may seem, it is getting harder and harder to think in English than in French. When I am typing this message, I am making so many mistakes because of a) the stupid French keyboard, b) I cannot even think of the spelling in English. My family is nice, but they seem alienable to me. We do not do the bises, or cheek-suck (as it will now be called forever by me), in the family. They think they are a little bit taken back by the sheer mass that I consume everyday because we actually finish everything that the host-mom cooked. If that's even possible, I am more hungry here because of the "walking every freaking where"; I think I average about 15 km daily. I had a little taste of the French clubbing experience this weekend. I went to a total of 7 bars, 4 night clubs and 200 thousand cafés. Apparentlly, all the young people in this town are emo and sexually active bandpeople that can dance and dress really well because
they begin to GO to the club at 1:00 AM and return around 4:00 AM and have breakfast with the parents.

It is quite funny because I feel like I am just making out with everyone I see. I think this one time will top it all. A guy tried to do the cheek-suck with me (yes guys on guys= normal in France), and it was fine except for one tiny fact: his mouth/lips/teeth were more moist than I was expecting, so it felt like he licked my face. I have to be careful because a lot of times, I just kinda slam my face against other people's face to avoid actually touching their face with my flagrantly squalid mouth (a French girl told me that "you do it too hard," and I had to hold back the "that's what she said" thing).

To say the least, I miss you guys a lot (this evanescent feeling will pass very soon, so no sappy crap). French people are just plain better looking than their American counterpart; it's a fact that I have come to accept and embrace. However, they are actually shorter than the giant Iowans I'm used to seeing, so I feel a bit more justified. Btw, I lost 12 pounds already, so France is just slapping across the face with its overabundance consumption of dairy and carbs. I have never ingested so much calcium in my life, so I think my bones will be in great shape upon returning.

My Address:
Adrian Jacques Nguyen
American University Center of Provence
Head Admissions Office
19, cours des Arts-et-Métiers
13100 Aix-en-Provence (France)

ps. my host brother is actually 27 years-old, and apparently is a man-slut. But of course, in France, it is expected that the youngs "explore" their sexuality as much as possible. Aka French girls are really skanky. French men are even skankier if that's even feasible. That's France for you, Skank Central (btw, it's also the most fertile country in Europe).

LOVE,
Jacques