starting to smell the morbier

I can't even describe the emotional rollercoaster this day has been. From mental agony to pure joy and it's all because I have moved into my new home for the year!

My roomate was supposed to come pick me up around noon I thought, from my hotel. So I woke up at 9am, was ready by 11am and then it was noon. Then it was 1, then 2, then 3. I felt awful. I thought, "okay maybe she's just going to pick me up sometime in the afternoon" and continued to wait....alone...in my hotel room...with a beautiful lake outside taunting me. I started looking at photos and movies on my computer, which really only made me more sad. Then at 4 I decided, "okay maybe she forgot about me, I'll give her a call."

And then......my visa card didn't work in the phones. Grrr.

So I left for the internet cafe downtown, trying not to cry in public and en route, my roomate found me!

I guess she had been waiting for Monsieur Benech to call her to tell her when to pick me up. Oh la la. So then she whisked me away to her apartment where I've gotten all settled.

Sigh, I LOVE it here. My own little room with a giant snake stuffed animal. Wifi internet--so I can talk to the U.S. for free! A pretty kitty named Lola! Awww... And Mme Guichenduc--a once gym teacher, now principal and artiste! Someone to talk to---yay!

Her son married Cinderella. Literally. He lives in the U.S. now near Disney World....