Favorite weekend in France yet.

Yep, it is settled. I am not coming home. Sorry.
Actually, I am not sorry this time. Nope, France and me are a Thing, an Item now.

I love the way my mom phrases things:

Jan Wallace Eklund 22 novembre, à 14:25
I'm sorry to report that the hamster died. She has a nice grave in the trash can with all the leaves dad raked yesterday

Ingrid Eklund 22 novembre, à 14:32
Ooohhhh, poor Cosette! Thanks for telling me, Mom. She was old, and traumatized. Thanks for taking care of her ( Read more... )

I went ice skating tonight with some friends. So much fun! It makes me want to ski. But it is still 50 degrees here all the time.

Cher France,
Un requête simple: sera-t-il qu'un jour où il fait soleil?
Merci
Imogen

Dear France,
One sunny day, is that too much to ask?
Thanks.
Ingrid

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I am still disappointed that I cannot stay in France for a year. I just got an email from a French girl who is looking for a room-mate until June.
Enough complaining. I miss Colorado.

1. What was the last thing you put in your mouth? Macdo's. Really. The British kids actually wanted to eat at McDonald's ( Read more... )

Grace au ciel, je croix que j'ait fait une amie.

Thank goodness, I think I made a friend.

^ Two packed suitcases, ready to go
^ A roadtrip with Anna to Fort Collins to see John, Lindsay and Aaron
^ A confusing and expensive TGV schedule
^ A letter from my grandpa
^ Fainting goats.

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