tangled up in grey spaces
Bonjour mes chers amis. I write to you from a quiet Tuesday. My shirts are stretched out from air drying and my stomach is full of Haribo gummies. So clearly, I'm still in France. (the french don't believe in clothes dryers but they do believe in egg shaped gummy candies ). Since my last post, I've been here a whole month! I started working a whopping 12 hours a week at the local high school, where my main job is to speak in english to a room of confused 18 year olds. It is strange to be speaking so normally, and to be met with confused stares. Often I feel like I must be speaking my own language wrong, before remembering that I couldn't really forget how to speak english, even if I tried. If you've been paying attention to COVID news, maybe you know that the numbers in France have only continued to rise, and maybe you know about the recent 9PM curfew in many big cities, including Toulouse. I am trying my best to stay safe, and doing that means that most of my day
