
WEIGHT: 59 kg
Bust: 2
1 HOUR:200$
Overnight: +30$
Services: Uniforms, Cunnilingus, 'A' Levels, Strap On, Swinging
I just checked-in my Cathay Pacific flight back home. Hard to imagine that I only moved out of Notre Dame six weeks ago. The French humor and way of life, as amusingly cynical as it can get, seemed to have soaked into my being.
The past week has been both eventful and calm. Saturday, I finally traveled to the much anticipated La Rochelle, a coastal city looking onto the Atlantic. An episode of my French experience on the island: while I was buying this heavenly scented, donkey milk soap, a local speciality, everything was going smoothly until the shop assistant started blasting out French at me.
After a few futile attempts to make of what she was sayingβ The scent? The price? My ears have grown accustomed to LIVE sport broadcasts,, midnight radio news, dark love comedies, and fervent debates among non-native French speakers with a myriad of accents. If this happened when I first arrived, I would have been too timid to demand the shop assistant to repeat and show me, as she finally did, that the soap in the box is actually heart-shaped. I would have lived the entirety of my life wondering in agony without an answer.
Daily life in Tours continues to please me. Just two nights ago, I had such a deep and fruitful conversation with my host mom over dinner, from American conservatism to European history. We exchanged our views on xenophobia and the values of lineage, the French standard of living and university system.
Then I ventured to ask her whether her grandparents or parents had been involved in the World Warsβ and what a conversation it turned intoβ with the German occupation of much of France, the tension between the French civilians themselves, their resistance to war, the denouncements and underground effort to save the Jews and even the Franco-Saxon romantic relationships that occurred.