So, I worked 3 hours this week, finish by 4 PM on Tuesday. This left plently of time to do absolutely nothing. However, I did manage to squeeze a haircut into these prolonged days of nothing. I went from having quite possibly my longest hair ever to putting it comfortably right back around my shoulders.
The reason I'm not working today is because once again, I'm on strike! Yay! This time it's to protest the reduction of the number of teachers in France. The gov't is only replacing one out of every two teachers who retire. This could be fun for classroom size and new teachers looking for jobs!
I've been eating 'regional cuisine' lately, and let me warn you, it's not what you imgine French food to be. In the Southwest, there are a lot of duck parts used VERY creatively. Bofore coming to France, I was kind of a difficult eater, but I was really trying to expand my palate. However now that I'm here, there is no try, only do. There's nothing like an extreme sense of expectation mixed with a linguistic incapability to tactfully decline to coax me into eating things I normally wouldn't TOUCH much less put into my mouth. And, apparently wine made in the earely 90's is fairly common here and not impossibly expensive. Who'd of thunk it?
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