"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
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Happy St. Valentine's Day. Sunday Flo's parents invited me over for lunch, along with two other foreign students. It was 4 hours of magnificent food and convo. After, we took a walk of the French variety... long and slow with no end and no particular goal. Drink Kirs, discuss philosophy and novels, eat 5 courses, and walk around the old port of Marseille. This is how the French have prefected the art of living. Sundays, nothing is open. There is no guilt of not being "productive" and all there is to do is be with family, friends, and coffee.
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3 comments:
Geeze, girl - sounds like you've been having quite the trip thus far! :)
I'm so glad to hear that you're adjusting well, meeting new people, and soaking up the culture!
Happy Valentine's Day!
Ok, so once again I forgot to sign my name . . .
-Kathryn
happy valentines day hottie!!!
<3
your other half....nicole
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