But aren't French women really skinny?

[rebecca_in_blue]

Nathalie wasn’t able to take us shopping today, so Heather and I decided to walk to the store. (I needed warm clothes, and she just came because she didn’t have anything else to do.) The store, Leclerc, could be described as a French Wal-Mart but not as big – of course, stores in France are never as big as they are in America. The walk took us about 40 minutes, and because we left in the late afternoon, we got there about 30 minutes before it closed, so we didn’t have much time to shop. But I managed to buy a nice coat, two long-sleeved tops, gloves, a hat, and pair of jeans. I’m wearing the jeans right now; they have glittery designs that I don’t really like on the pockets and the butt, but I needed another pair, and they were the ones I could find that fit me. The vast majority of clothes in the store were much too big. It was expensive, but it was well worth it, because I wore my new coat and gloves on the walk back and actually felt warm! Feeling warm outside is not something that has happened to Rebecca often since she arrived here.

This morning I e-mailed Laura (my cousin) asking if I could stay with her and her family in London during Christmas. She wrote this afternoon back saying yes and that Johnny and Betty (her parents) were flying in from New York to also stay with them during Christmas and it would be nice if our visits could overlap. I worried it would be too crowded with all of us, but Laura assures me that they have enough room. I am really looking forward to it, because I haven’t seen Johnny and Betty since 2005, Laura and her family since 2004, and they are all very cool people. Besides, I am going to be in London, which more JM Barrie sites than any other city in the world! If I can visit the Duke of York Theater on December 27 (Peter Pan’s birthday), I might just die. But this isn’t to say that I won’t be incredibly homesick at the same time. I think this will be the first time in my entire life that I don’t spend Christmas Eve at Grandma’s house.

One thing that I have resolved to do is buy a ticket to London well in advance. Leaving my trip to Belgium until the last minute has been problematic, but I am determined to go. I will just have to spend some of the money that’s sitting in my French bank account. It’s meant for travel and emergencies, so I don’t know why I’m so hesitant to spend it on travel. I keep imagining myself at the end of April, about to fly back to America with as much money as I brought to France, because I spent all my time here waiting for an emergency instead of travelling.

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Do you have any longjohns.

Haha, I seriously burst out laughing when I read that. Don't know why. I don't have any yet, but I might buy some in a few weeks when it gets even colder. Can't believe it's only October and it's already so cold. But at least I'm not having as hard a time of it as Nakeisha from Jamaica. She told me that before she came here, she had never been so cold that she could see her breath. The first time it happened here, she got all panicky and was like, "What the hell? It looks like I'm breathing fire!"

I know how to make a fire all my self i don't realy care if i get burnt becuse it dosen't realy hurt.

Wow, Eva, you are a lot braver than I was at your age! But I'm not surprised, because I remember one day when you were really little, and your family had come over to swim in our pool, back when we had a pool, and your dad made a fire in our barbeque pit. You stood right next to it, and your dad kept squirting in lighter fluid to make the fire leap up, and you kept saying, "Wow, do it again, John."

Miss you! Love, Rebecca