ma vie francaise

Today was great. I felt good about the way i looked (which is a rare occasion here, as everyone generally makes me feel as though I'm dressed like an orphan who just got robbed) and confident in my classes. There's nothing quite like walking up a crowded street when you feel good. when the people around you are beautiful and you have the time to stop at an interesting display and take in the scene. my truly french experience though, was one of embarrassment. nearing my house, I was surprised and a little confused when a man on a motorbike honked his horn and waved at me. I thought he was greeting the two children I happened to be passing at the time, that maybe he was their father. However, the look in his eye and the fact that the kids did not seem to recognize him told me i was wrong. following the waver was some innocent passer-by in a car, who was perhaps going a bit to fast, as the gust of wind they created blew my skirt up and into my face. Though gravity made sure I was exposed for but a split-second, and I was wearing (thankfully) opaque tights, I was still a little taken aback. Once I reassembled my outfit, I smiled to myself. Is this some sort of french joke? skirt blown up by a gust of wind? honked at by some (old) man on a vespa? laugh out loud.

My host mother winked at me today. good sign

she also told me to refer to her and m. dromard in the vous form. disappointing sign.

c'est la vie, jchpose.

I made a joke in french today with them at dinner. It felt good.