Still raining…

For a moment, I remembered myself in Dallas. What am I doing here!? I am sitting in a Parisian apartment at a Swedish woman's table while the Canadian across from me explains the drawbacks of American politics over broken bars of chocolat noir and a mouth full of French. Je suis pas d'accord, I thought, but I lacked the vocabulary and sufficient knowledge of politics to make a respectable response. Several times throughout the evening, the four adults (Parisian, Canadian/Swedish, Swedish/French, Swedish/French) talked at the same time. Although my comprehension of the language has vastly improved, I have not yet mastered the French art of understanding four people at once.

Awad et moi un dimanche après le marché bio

Maybe next time.

As Awad (the Swedish student) and I chuckled at the aggressive conversation, the other four paused their discussion of racism issues in the United States to smile at us and explain that it is French to talk about politics and opinions this way. Afterwards, all leave amicably and improved because they have learned from expressing their own opinions and hearing the views and news of others.