patinoire

Ice-skating is a class here....They literally meet at the city ice rink and the kids strap on some shoes and start doing triple axels (honestly, I don't even know what a triple axel is...it just sounded like the right vocabulary to describe how good they are at ice skating.) Well...not all...some of them spend the time sliding around the rink on their butts. And those are the ones I am proud to call my friends. ;)

The best is that on the walk back to school people would start literally disappearing into the boulangeries on every corner. By the time we made it back to la Perverie our group had gone from 30 to about 7...the others travelled not far behind, gorging on fresh croissants...now I know that Thursday is the day to bring your money to school.

On another note...a strange thing has happened to me. I no longer can speak English. But I can't speak French either. I spent about 30 minutes trying to come up with the French word for "to spend"....you know that thing you do with money, the opposite of save? know what I mean? I think it starts with a "d"....20 minutes later...."I've got it....DEPENSER?" (ohhhhhhhhhhhh! now I know what you were babbling about!)

Later...I am trying to describe the outer layer of an orange to figure out what the french word is. It turns out they call it "peau"...or skin, the same word as what you and I are covered in. All went well, until Capucine asked if we said skin in English....No, but....alas, my English now fails me also. 2 hours later...."PEEL!" thats it...it's an orange peel, Capucine, I told you it would come to me.