Back back back, a couple of three seven weeks ago, when i went to Province, we had a very nice traditional Camargaise dinner of bull stew and traditional rice. I had some weird potato casserole. Apparently the french are new to this vegetarian thing so when i put that on my app for the trip they thought that meant i didnt eat cheese in the first course but that i did only in the second course. Pretty silly if u ask me. Sometimes its vegan, sometimes its veggie, sometimes its a lil meat sauce. They are all confused. Silly carnivores. Anyway, i found myself, hungry, staring at a bottle of wine NYU paid for and listening to a Flamenco band. This posed a linguistic problem for me because, being for the same sect as MRint. i didnt know wat language to speak to the Band members in. French? makes sense since we were in france. Spanish? Since we were listening to Spanish music, singing in spanish, that makes senses too. Or english, cause they knew i was american so they spoke to me in semi comprehensible english. Either way, wine, counselors a lil bit on, and spanish music make for a memorable night in the south of France.
N see, we saw some flamingos too… ha
(btw: mia got gigs)
