1-13-11 (RM, France)
Just two more days until my 27th birthday, yay! At first I didn't really like the concept of turning 27 and entering into my "late twenties," but now I realized that age bring wisdom and experience, bring in turn bring respect and admiration. If you are in the Paris area this Saturday and you are a fan of this blog, then please join us at the Frog and Princess Pub in Paris around 18hr30m (6:30pm). It should be a fun time at the pub.
I was very flattered today when a group of my fellow students advised me that they thought I should be the class representative (or at least of of the two representatives.) The best parts of my personality continue to shine through as everyone here is very friendly and outgoing and a real pleasure to talk to. For some reason I feel more confident and willing to share my fun side with these folks and that makes me feel good.
Other than my birthday party this Saturday night, my plan is to make it into Paris early in the day and take in some local art culture. I think I'll try to visit the Musee d'Orsay and maybe just walk around a bit in the city.
Last night's dinner with Geraldine, Maria, Marco, and David was a ton of fun. Marco made Mexican style burritos with beef, sour cream, tomato salsa, peppers, and, of course, queso! We all sat around in Geraldine's room and drank beer, laughed, told jokes, ripped on each other, and performed bar tricks. Geraldine had an especially good trick where she makes a glass disappear under a napkin. She was way too fast after a few beers for me to see it work. The group berated me for about 15 minutes because, apparently, I can't pronounce "Maria" in the proper Spanish accent. Americans don't do the proper "R" sound. They told me to use the tip of my tongue to do an "r" sound just behind my teeth and on the roof of the mouth. I'm getting better, but they all think it hilarious that I can't do it. As if that weren't enough, Geraldine made fun of me because she thought my name was too similar to the Christopher Robin character from Winnie the Poo. I tried to jokingly storm out of the apartment dorm but the door was locked. Instead I collapsed in front of the door and acted like I was crying and curling into a ball.
I was asking Maria about romance in Spain since Americans tend to think of all Spanish speaking countries as very romantic and passionate. I was surprised to hear that guys in Madrid don't really know how to approach women and are often timid to do so. This reminded me of most guys back in the States. Apparently in Brazil however, people just make out with whomever they happen to be dancing with. My other friend, Emelie, told me that in France the guys should just try to take the girl and hope for the best. In other words, they will respond if they are interested and won't if not. I'm not fully able to grasp the concept of this yet since I actually like talking to people first to develop a rapport. Seems strange but, when in Rome, as they say.
All for now, thank you all my readers! Y'all are great and the growing numbers really help inspire me to keep writing.
Song of the Day: Any Way You Want It by Journey
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