Thursday, July 19, 2007

life everyday


you may want to know what chef is up to everyday. well. i go to class for six hours. one week form 08.45 till 15.20. the next from 12.45 till 19.05. trying to master tthe language of love. french. l'amour. it is hard. to speak is hard. to listen and comprehend is easier. to read is easiest. daily routine is simple. getting up is hard. i am making my comeback as a student. so i have to learn the lazy ways of living again. funny. it comes quite natural. funny. sure in a few months time chef will be a master in the art of snoozing. after breakfast i study. i do homework. i am a good student still. walking to class is a joy. i stop at a cafe and have a cafe au lait. in france coffee equals espresso. if you want milk you ask for cafe au lait. coffee with milk. or cafe creme. coffee with cream. with that comes the second best thing. croissant. nobody makes them the way the french do. perhaps it is just because it is france. they sure taste different though. opposite the school i grab a bottle of water. it keeps me going during the grave yard shift. hours five and six. i love class. it is fun. my brain gets to work in a different way. i enjoy languages. i enjoy the people in my class. from all over. different acsents. different struggles. different reasons for being here. we talk politics. we talk countries. we talk travels. we ask. what is your country like. dangerous. sea. mountains. wars. beautiful. fairyland. dessert land. it depends where you are from. a real mixed bag. class is finished. everybody scatters. all to their own safe place. another cafe. another pastis. another book. another destination. a walk down the promenade. a tour through a park. every run a new journey of discovery. diner at the residence. salade niscoise at chez marie. pizza with the crazy man. crepes from brettane. terrible they are. served by a pirate. scary bugger he is. stay away. un autre cafe s'il vous plait. no sugar. straight up. good stuff. a stroll back home. my room. small perhaps. happy indeed. my castle. my fortress.

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