Thursday, March 19, 2009

Wish you were here!

My host mom went out of town for a few days to visit her son, which means I've had the apartment to myself for the past twenty-four hours or so. If I could write here a postcard to wherever she is (she told me it was about a ten-hour car ride, but I forgot to ask in which direction), it would go something like this, I think...

Coucou, Michèle! The house phone still rings even though you aren't here, and I don't think I'm going to pick it up. After you left, I immediately exercised my right in raiding the food you left (Thanks, by the way, though the actual cooking of said foods is still a mystery) and leaving articles of clothing in various rooms at free will. I've made a permanent campsite on the living room couch, with the balcony window open to let in some air and sounds (which have been, today, skateboarding teenagers, cars, and a national strike in progress). I didn't come home for dinner last night. I have not answered the door for strangers. See you in a few days!

1 comment:

Michel said...

hi mate, having a good time?
found your blog while searching for information on the current strikes at paul valery because i m sick of going to school and seeing all those desks and chairs, meaning i got up for nothing again..
where are you from and how long have you been in montpellier? i m from luxembourg , finishing my licence this year if everything works out..