story time.

let me tell you about perpignan, from my perspective of course: (side note, i am listening to old death cab for cutie... so good!)

we walk everywhere. its a good thing we do because i eat a copious amount of cheese, bread, meats, and other unhealthy and delicious foods. chocolate too. we went grocery shopping the other day and bought lots of vegetables, fruits, meats, and cheeses. ashley picked out groceries for all the amazing meals she will serve us. she's a great cook and has a deep love for the activity. last night she made us all chicken pot pie and chocolate cheesecake! (i know, right?!?!) lucky us.

the "us" i refer to is the group of: ashley, kili, greg, who came yesterday via train-he is from bellingham as well, and the three english girls who teach like ashley: alice, emma, and karen. all of us and a few more will be traveling to barcelona via train this weekend. i am so so excited to get a taste for spain, which will wet my pallet for our two week jaunt to come in a few weeks. beginning of april, five of us are traveling in portugal and spain for two weeks! (eeeeeeeeeeee.)

ok back to present, the food here is just too much to handle. we're planning and making most meals at home, but the few times i have gone out have basically blown my mind. i french know how to eat. of course, i'm impressed with daily baguettes and cheese.

also, i love their espresso. and its cheap! guzzle guzzle guzzle...

walking around in our group, we're a funny mix of english and american. the english girls speak french, so i ask them and ashley questions constantly and communicate on my own whenever possible. i am stubbornly independent. i'm also learning a lot of fabulous english words which i find endearing, hilarious and wonderful. i started them writing down and the girls laughed at me. understandable.

perpignan is beautiful. it has been sunny and near 70 F. since i've been here. my skin is pleasently surprized by the sunshine. perps. feels ordinary and wonderful in its commonality. the people are nonpretentious and easy to speak with, when i've had the opportunity. the streets hold absolutely no pretention, they're covered in dog poo and dirt and pee and crud. i think i've gulped in a few glasses of polution. the french like their cars apparently.

love to home.