Another month and another euro

First of all, I'd like to point out that the font I'm forced to use is called "Police." Irony, Big Brother? I think not. I am now officially in France for ONE month! I think I have habituated enough to the Frenchness, that sometimes, I forgot I'm in France. I would pass by some people, and think, "wow, there're a lot of people speaking French." For those who are quite acquainted with my light-weightedness, you'll be pleased to know that my tolerance has definitely increased (sadly...). My face, however, refused to divert from its usual crimson hue, which usually likened me to severe sunburn, asyphixiation or food poisoning. I still do not fully comprehend the Darwinistic idea behind this (Asian) ability of mine.

Speaking of the Asianness, I am referred to as the "tall Asian kid" by my French partenaires de langue. Ironically, I'm considered as tall here, simply because Southern France folks are a little bit shorter (chouette!); I forgot what that feels like (especially in comparison to the giantesque Mid-westerners). Also, there are NO Asian people, so I (as a tall, American accent, colors-wearing Asian) obviously blends in with French natives.

I recently went on the sorties (excursions) to the Luberons mountain range and the beautiful Roman city of Arles where Emperor Constantine once resided. Pictures will be evident on the web medium shortly. To continue the theme of rapid burts of topics, my host mom has decided to "gently" insist that I sit down to urinate, clean up the water on the ground after my shower (Which wouldn't too unreasonable, except for the fact that curtains do NOT exist here, and one requires water to constitute a shower), and dry my clothes on the ground on the porch (a fact that basically insinuates "don't expect to do laundry from November on because your clothes will crystallize in the tundra temperature").

Love and hugs,
Jacques