Doucement, Surement.

I’ve been swimming in the humidity. The other it day it was 97% humidity, is that real? Possible? Yes. My fingers stained violet from fresh cerises. I do the butterfly all the way to school. Speak some French and then rush home to work on last semester's paper, which I am happy to report is finished.

These last moments before the final sentence was writ, were spent sitting at the poste. I was looking around at the different types of envelopes that could get my seven pages of signed agreements to Salt Lake by tomorrow…not possible, but Thursday will do and it was 80 dollars well spent, spit up beverage here.

While I was browsing the envelopes the line grew and instead of helping all those others waiting in the que with their queries, the gent started inquiring as to how he could help me. I stated my case and he directed me to the only envelope…which made my eyes bulge, but I had no choice. After purchasing the envelope I continued to search for a stylo to address and direct my letter, seeing as there were none I sat down at a table to wait for someone to be free, when a stranger writing numerous checks (almost a whole book full) asked if I need something with which to write. I said yes, to which he responded he’d be done shortly. We continued to chat about my whereabouts and my learning the language of this "pays" in French and English, both broken. He gave me a card with his profession attached…and I gave him back his pen, said au revoir and went on my way.

My literature course followed soon after where we discussed French poets, namely Baudelaire and Verlaine…it really moved me and I feel inspired to start memorizing these short little beauties…The professor is also enchanting with his “par-seh que” drawn out for days in a way that captures all the students attention. He hides his lack of height in his pant's hem and excellent posture, really so intriguing! His favorite student is (Juan) Pablo who has the most beautiful handwriting and speaks French with an envious ease.

After class I pestered some readers and then proceeded to learn about cuisine. I ate flowers, flower salad with dressing, flowers and fruit, and croque monsieur. Then I went home for the French version of shepherd’s pie…and œufs de chèvre.

A shower and some music later and I am falling asleep…