Being a Bolognesi
So this afternoon was fun. I saw more of the region on our quest to find Marie's son, that probably makes it sound like he was kidnapped but he was just at someone else's house. The place is very beautiful, mountains make up the background with plam trees scattered around to add decoration. The highways here are humorous. I shouldn't say the highways, I should say the highway driving. The cars that people drive here are slightly smaller than a matchbox car, yet they think they are driving in a grand prix, pretty funny. When driving today, I saw Mt. St. Victoire. My host mom told me about the significance of the mountain to Cezanne, something I should look into. After we found her son it was back to the house for lunch. We had rotisserie style chicken, tres good. Then it was off to orientation. The housemate and I met some people that lived close to us and we explored the city a bit and then went back to the house for dinner.
And now I am writing. I'm probably a loser for posting two things in one day, but I am going to bed soon to avoid even more jet lag and because I have to wake up tomorrow for orientation.
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