Am currently reading about conjugating French l'imparfait online in Madrid. I was in Southern Spain for a week of sun-searching with a friend the Egg Lady-only to decide to miss our plane back to Paris and stay here in Spain for another week. We parted our own ways in Valencia, me bussing it up to Madrid while she stays with her new beau.

Alors on my last free week of my exchange in France I am in Spain reading about French grammar.

The question is how did this became my life. How is it possible that after my exchange in France the highest chance is that I will come back not speaking French? How is it possible that the French experience I enjoyed is visible only from my extra layer of fat slash joy and a deepening appreciation and adoration for wine and cheese and everything buttery?

As I sit here taking a cookie break from my grammar page, I cannot help but to wonder which Spanish city I prefer most. Granada because they give you free tapas when you order bebidas, Valencia because they give you free bebidas when you order tapas. Plus there is also a beach involved in Malaga.

D'accord. J'ai besoin d'un lifeplan. Or an epiphany or any directions from above or here or down for that matter.