The Last Sunday in France

Ah Sunday, the end of our last weekend in France. The morning started out with brunch and then a debate about going out to the beach or not. Since both Rachael and myself were verging on being burnt, we decided to have a break from sunbathing. So we hung out in the room for awhile. I worked on my journal among other things.

After awhile, Rachael and I marched ourselves down to the Hotel de Ville so I could update my journal and so we could both check out e-mails. It was way hot outside. We could only work so long before the keys were almost too hot to touch. It was crazy. Good thing we decided against the beach, we would have been roasting!

On our way back to college, we ran into Teresa who was making a trek to buy something to drink, we decided to walk with her because it’s always nice to have company. When we all got back to the college we sat in the courtyard for awhile, talked, and drank the purchased beverages. Poor Teresa, she bought ice tea for herself, but she couldn’t drink it. It was carbonated ice tea and she’s allergic to carbonation. She was really upset, and who can blame her. It was a significant amount of ice tea too. And as she said, who in their right mind carbonates ice tea?!

Other than that, it was nice chilling out at one of the picnic tables, just talking with people. Eventually, Teresa decided she was going to watch Sin City in the Video room, and since I’ve never seen that movie, I thought I would give it a shot. All I really knew about it was that it’s “exactly like the comic.” Now, having never read the comic, I didn’t anticipate understanding what the difference would be if it were like the comic or not. I assumed they meant it followed the stories in the comics exactly. Perhaps it did I’m not sure, but I do understand what they meant generally I think. The movie is like watching a moving comic book, not with cartoon characters, but real people. They do a lot of interesting affects with colors and lights to make it appear like the pages of a comic book. Interesting concept. I liked the movie generally speaking, but there are a couple actors whom I am usually quite fond of who play very creepy characters and that always makes me sad. I realize it usually just means they are good actors, but there’s something about thinking about Sean Hunter as a sadistic child molester that just seems sad and wrong.

Anyway, after the movie, we stood around and talked for a bit before heading back up to our respective rooms. Up there, I helped Rachael pour sand into a bottle she painted. It looks really nice now. She’s planning on giving it as a gift. Hopefully the sand won’t shake up too much on the plane.

Well, she had a bunch of sand left over, so after hanging out in the room a bit longer, we decided to go bring it back to the beach and enjoy the sunset out there. We invited Samantha and Ellen, but they didn’t want to come. Their loss I think because it was a beautiful evening and a lovely sunset. So we sat out there and talked for awhile. Rachael kept running around because she’s a bit ADD, but that just makes things interesting.

When we came back in, there were a bunch of people in the courtyard waiting to go out. They talked Rachael into going, I decided I should stay back and study a bit for my French Civ final before going to bed.