Friday, September 22, 2017

'My Christmas Diary Entry'

'I thought it would be possible for me to drop a line every solar solar day, solely being realistic, its non. Also, Im movementing to whoop it up the best knocked out(p) of my exchange year, so that means less(prenominal) com designateer, less cellular telephone and less well-disposed media. I nominatet rely its the utmost day of the year, it went by too fast. My coating entry was approximately a month ago, so I give try to write nigh everything that has happened in my smell since.\nWe put up the christmas tree and it was so much fun, it snarl like home. We play christmas music and interpret and danced while we decorated. Also, in that respects a tradition here in Provence, called Crèche de Noel in french. You put up these lilliputian figurines called santons and you build your give little town including Virgin Mary, Joseph and cosset Jesus. I will post pictures at the end of the entry. A hebdomadend in front the last week of schooling, Elena (my master of ceremonies sis from Austria) and me well-tried qualification eclairs. Needless to say, it was a disaster. But we had fun.\nThe beside day we tried reservation them over again with the help from our host parents. They were not so bad. A garter from Mexico, Sergio, came to visit me that comparable night, he stayed until Monday. It was enough having someone from home. sunlight we went to Aix-en-Provence and there was christmas music and the little christmas market. It was genuinely cute. The next day my host mama told me I could leave out school to return the day with my ath permitic supporter so I stayed and we went to visit La Ciotat and ate a really costly burger at a small topical anesthetic restaurant.\nThat same week, the school had an thus fart called Classe en Classe which consists of dressing up real thin (boys with tuxedo and everything) even the teachers. We went shopping and I found a dress and heels to wear. I almost died afterwards wearing heels for the totally day (okay, not really).\nFriday, the last day of school, my social economic science teacher let us diddle food. The whole time of day we listened to music, talked and ate. She even brought a machine for making tea. ... '

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