These past few days have reached highs of the low 80's here in Nantes and, since the residence has deemed it unnecessary to turn on the air conditioning, we have been given the choice of sweating in our rooms or sweating outside. At least outside there has been a pretty steady breeze.
Today I walked down to a little field on the banks of the River Erdre where people normally sit and pass a few hours in the sun. I took a few old magazines and my iPod but after a few minutes of being unable to focus on any of the words, I just decided to lay back and close my eyes.
Lying there like that on the grass with my eyes closed I could almost forget the fact that the grass was French and I almost came to believe that I was back in King William in my own back yard. I found the fact that this wasn't true incredibly scary and incredibly sad.
Half a world away the world goes on and there are people laying in the grass. Are they pretending they are in France, I wonder. But I didn't have time to ponder this for long because my contact popped out and was lost somewhere in all the clover.
Today I walked down to a little field on the banks of the River Erdre where people normally sit and pass a few hours in the sun. I took a few old magazines and my iPod but after a few minutes of being unable to focus on any of the words, I just decided to lay back and close my eyes.
Lying there like that on the grass with my eyes closed I could almost forget the fact that the grass was French and I almost came to believe that I was back in King William in my own back yard. I found the fact that this wasn't true incredibly scary and incredibly sad.
Half a world away the world goes on and there are people laying in the grass. Are they pretending they are in France, I wonder. But I didn't have time to ponder this for long because my contact popped out and was lost somewhere in all the clover.
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