The ground thaws....

I am officially going skiing tomorrow. Everyone say a prayer for me on the slopes. Ill be going to class, and then going for a half day at a mountain called Sept Laux. I bought my pass today, and Im borrowing pants from a friend. That saved me about thirty Euros. Im halfway excited, but very nervous as well. So, we'll see how it goes. It's only half a day, so I figure I can handle it.

Then Saturday morning, a taxi is picking me up at 6h30 to make the train to Avignon at 7h17. We will spend the whole day there and return in the evening. Im excited to see the Pont d'Avignon (yes, it is a French children's song that Ive yet to hear the tune to but have the lyrics) and the Palais des Papes. It's supposed to be fantastic and I should have some more pictures soon.

Life is going as usual. My host dad is still sick and now the diagnosis is that it's not a kidney stone, but something with his pancreas. So he's been absent from dinner, and my family has been absent minded. It's kind of an awkward situation, and Im not sure what to do.
My hair is growing out. I want to get it long before I get back.

Gothy and I went to the art museum here. It's gorgeous, and huge, and much cooler than I thought it was going to be. We spent a long time in there, and we didnt even see all of it. Its great, and I plan on going back.

Let's see. Class is going fine, Im enjoying all of them. Every night I have about an hour's worth of homework. I had extra time so I read a book- its called A Year In The Merde and its by Stephen Clarke. He's a British comedy writer, and the style was pretty simple, even crude, but there were some things in there so completely true about the French culture. It's pretty funny. I want to read more books, but like I said, every book I read in English feels like Im cheating myself out of something. I don't know.

Ive been out a few times and had some great tasting wine. And the Irish pub that Gothy lives over is nice as well. So if we ever want to watch a football match, we can go in there.

The Olympic Flame came through Grenoble on Monday. I saw the man running (very slowly because he was old) and it was exciting. He was followed by the other Olympians IN A VAN. In a VAN. I thought that was pretty humorous as well. It's on its way to Torrino. That was pretty exciting.

My dinners are still surprisingly delicious. Ive fallen in love with a smooth cheese thats almost liquid. Oh, its yummy.

Hopefully, this weekend will be fun and skiing won't kill me.
Just kidding!

Groses bises, :)
Chelsea