The weekend.

I woke up this morning feeling pretty down. I think I'm homesick. Not for a home because I don't quite know where that is but for the people who know me and love me.

Yesterday, the CSU students went to Marseilles. It is, I believe, one of the oldest cities in France. It's right on the Mediterranean. Could I possibly describe to you how blue that water is? I saw two churches, ate sherbert, and had the most wonderful bouillabaisse soup (not quite in that order but emphasis needed to be placed on the soup). I'm finding I should have one blog to tell you about everything that's happening and then one blog to write about all the food. Marseilles is famous for bouillabaisse soup, a sort of fish stew.

Friday, I met with a woman to see if I wanted to live with her for the year. She lives by herself, however, somewhat far from town. And that's when I realized I truly love being around people. I've lived with only one person before and it is so lonely. So, hopefully, I will be able to find a family this week with lots of people.

Since Jason seems so anxious to know if I've tried the wine (and I'm sure others are curious), I have. I had some with dinner Friday night. See. Responsibility. Heh heh.

And then it is necessary to mention that, on our way home from dinner Friday night, we saw a full orchestra playing outside in front of Louis XIV's residence. I wished for you all because I know that we would be dancing (and AJ might just be standing, contemplating the beauty of the music).