I woke up this morning feeling absolutely ill. I don't think it's the swine flu because it's all in my stomach, aside from the migraine like headache. I thought I'd go to school anyway, but within 15 minutes I realized that wasn't going to be possible.
But I'm not writing about being sick. Instead I'm writing to tell you all a strange little detail.
Next semester I'm learning French.
French! French. I've never really had any desire to learn French. In fact, the only reason I'm taking it is due to scheduling conflicts. I always thought that my fourth language would be Italian. (For a PhD you must know two languages in addition to English and Spanish.) But no, plain and simple it's going to be French.
But that's okay. My brother in law and his girlfriend live in the French part of Switzerland, and someday, once we're not so poor, we will go there. And I've always had dreams of the french countryside and fields of Lavender and such.
So, there it is. French.
Reykjavik, Iceland II
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