While Martin had
a final going away party, the rest of the family and I went to Alain’s mother’s
house where she lives with her friend Serge.
There’s nothing more manly than a manly man with an AWESOME garden, and
both Alain and Serge have them. With
flowers, auburn Trumpets of Jericho, and an ostentatious lavender patch, to a
small plot of green and purple grapevines, blossoming aubergine plants and a
greenhouse full of tiny tomatoes. And
then after dinner, I was taught a card game they called Rummy but it’s not the
rummy I know. I should mention that its
SO cool that the cards read “V,D,R” for Valet, Dame, and Roi, instead of Jack,
Queen, King, and the Aces read “1.” Then
Alain’s mother and I stacked card towers.
She’s a pro. I even saw a few Chateaux
on the short drive to their house. When
we returned, Martin’s party was still going on and I got to meet a lot of
Martin’s friends, drinking Belgian beer of course. Tout a la culture. But not me.
I didn’t drink beer. It’s against
Rotary rules.
Once at dinner, I
looked up after about 30 seconds and realized that I had understood everything
that was just said. Then I got
distracted by my smirking and totally missed it when a question was directed
right at me! But Martin’s grandparents
are maybe even cuter than the Vanrykels themselves. And champ card players.
I must get up
EARLY (6:30) in the morning to take a train for a tour of Bruxelles with the
other rotary kids. I hope they don’t all
try to speak English with me all the time!
Or at least expect me to respond in English (all the time)
It seems as
though we’re taking a break from my typical SHAMELESS stream of consciousness
style. Enjoy it while you can.
Lol
First thing in the morning August 25
I definitely just had a very small dream in French. It was not me speaking, and not me
translating to myself, and the French was very bad, but it’s in there…
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