A Song of Myself

"The city sleeps and the country sleeps, The living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time, The old husband sleeps by his wife and the young husband sleeps by his wife; And these tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them, And such as it is to be of these more or less I am, And of these one and all I weave the song of myself." -Walt Whitman

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Location: Morocco

Peace cannot be achieved through violence, it can only be attained through understanding. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Monday, March 27, 2006

Spring is in full swing with flip flops and all. I don't know what happens to all the people during the winter but the cafés are totally packed now. Aix had a grand parade yesterday which Bruno and I watched from the other side of a huge icecream glass. Wow, French people really know how to do it up. If I hadn't of known better I would have thought I was in Venice for Carnival. O yes, and the men dooo love to dress up as pretty ladies. lol.

Heading to Salsa lessons tonight.

NO school yet.

posted by Nicole | 12:07 PM

1 Comments:

Blogger Adriana said...

Salut Nicoletta!

Havent heard from you in awhile...how goes the non school life? have you dropped the pompier? and what is this parade watching stuff? parades are overrated...an overindulgence of life in the form of confetti. that is all i have to say.
miss you like a muffin without it's head!
biz
Adriana

April 3, 2006 11:06 AM  

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