When I was in college, I had a roommate for one year that was an exchange student from France. Isabelle was so much fun! What I liked about her was her sense of adventure. She just showed up with hardly anything more than the clothes on her back, and she made friends easily and soon had a place to live (my apartment) and the bare necessities.
I loved to listen to her speak. Even though I didn't understand a lick of French (still don't, really). Such a pretty langue. Next to it, English to me sounds flat and boring. She could be talking about the weather or cleaning the bathroom, and yet be so emotive. Even when she spoke English with her French accent, English sounded so much better.
|With Isabelle at a rodeo. I have no idea where she got that hat.|
She was only here for a year and wanted to take full advantage. She wanted to do "Amareekan theengz!" We'd go bowling, we'd eat nachos. And it wasn't just with me. I was an overly scheduled engineering student with a part-time job. She always had something fun going on with somebody.
And the boys she left in her wake, oh, those poor heartbroken boys...
Magnum and I have been watching more foreign movies lately, and I find that the more I watch, the less I am interested in Hollywood movies. I'm sure there are some really bad foreign films, but we've come across a few really good ones, and they're giving me the travel bug. I want to go to Europe - France, Norway, Belgium, Italy, Greece, ...
Magnum likes to travel. He likes Europe too. When he was in the army, he was stationed in Italy and got to play around there a while. My "worldly" travels consist of a Mexican border town and the Canadian side of Niagra Falls. *SIGH*
Maybe we should formulate a plan to go to France. I have no idea what has become of Isabelle. I like to think that she is happy. She was studying to be a teacher, an English teacher. What a hoot it would be to find her after all these years.
Isabelle, c'est moi! It's me!