Il pleut

It never stops raining here, seriously. I think I've only seen the sun once since I got here...I know it hasn't been that long, but it's still somewhat maddening, especially when I have to walk about a mile and a half to school every day (I could take the bus, but the idea intimidates me so I think I'll pass for now). I placed into the highest level of classes for the French intensive program that's going on this September. I'm pretty excited, but at the same time I wonder if I got there because I deserved to, or if I just got (un)lucky.

My family is interesting...they're an older couple, probably in their 70s. They have a son named Nicolas who's probably 40ish, and he lives with them. That wouldn't bother me normally, but the bathroom is right outside his bedroom door, and half of the door is glass (not exactly like a window, but you can definitely tell when someone is in there and what they're doing). Not to mention the horribly bizarre shower...if you can call it that. It's more like a bathtub with a showerhead. The showerhead isn't attached to the wall or anything, and there's no curtain, so you have to just sort of kneel in the bathtub. It'll take a lot of getting used to.

Tonight I'm going to go see "Le Puy du Fou"...it's supposed to be some huge theatrical spectacle that happens outside. I've heard it will be amazingly cold. I hope it doesn't rain too much. There's a picture of what it's supposed to look like...gotta go to class now, later.