French

Two days ago I walked into town to buy some kenkey and drink some beer. Tough life, right? I manage. So I was walking and was almost into town when I came across this old, old man who started changing “Left! Right! Left! Right!” along with my steps. I decided to play with him and started staggering my steps. We both laughed and went on our separate ways. I went and got my kenkey (fermented ball of corn dough with  pepe sauce AKA my favourite food) and beans and went to the spot to get my Star. Who was there but my old friend! We had a happy reunion and then he said something in French. And they I said something in French. And then we spoke French together. It was great. We talked about the coming rain and about what we were each drinking. It was so nice to speak French again! And now here I am at the internet cafe, looking for grad programs in France…