Sunday afternoon was sunny and almost hot, and Heather and I walked to the theater and saw Nim's Island. All the beautiful white-sand beach scenes made it pretty to look at, but the plot was rather thin. (Heather insisted there was no plot.) I'd like to see it again after I get back to the United States; the theater here showed it dubbed in French, obviously, so I'm sure I missed out on a lot. For some reason in this movie I thought that Abigail Breslin looked a lot like Rachel Hurd-Wood at that age, even though I'd never noticed a resemblance between them before.
The nice weather continued yesterday, and I walked to the cemetery in Villers-Cotterêts (a different one where I'd never been before). It never rained, but it got very windy and cloudy in a cool sort of way. I stayed there for a few hours, longer than I had intended. Alexandre Dumas's parents were buried there, and Dumas used to be buried there too, but his body was moved to the Pantheon in 2002.
One thing I like about Villers-Cotterêts is that is so much easier to see the seasons change here. When I arrived here back in September, the apple orchard across the street was full of apples; during winter the tree branches were bare and empty; now they're full of tiny pale green leaves and white blossoms. There are several trees near the school that are blooming bright pink flowers, and on the way back from the cemetery I saw the wind blowing the petals off one of them. It was so beautiful that I just stood and stared; it looked like a rainfall of pink light, and when it hit the ground, it made a solid pink carpet on the pale green grass. Just as I got back to the lycée, the clouds rolled in again and it started raining (perfect timing). Sarah and I watched it fall against the windows in the computer room.
Today it rained hard, but I went out anyway and tried to get some albuterol from the pharmacy (the inhaler I'm using now is almost empty). They looked at me like I was nuts when I showed them my inhaler, but in the end they gave me one like it for only 5€ -- except I'm not sure if it's what I need or not. I'm going to try to get a prescription from a French doctor before I leave, but since I've left this to the last minute, I'm not sure if I'll be able to.
Today Sarah and Mariana both said the same thing (in different languages) when I told them when I was leaving. "Monday? This Monday?" It was depressing, to say the least. Tomorrow I'm going to start packing and taking my room apart in earnest, something I've been dreading doing for over a month.
Nathalie, to me, just now: "Rebecca, have you seen Nakeisha? I mean, not Nakeisha, Marlene. I mean, not Marlene, Mariana. Have you seen Mariana?"