Friday, February 22, 2008
Dream
At the point in the morning when you are just slightly aware you are awake I realized I was thinking in French this morning. What an encouraging way to begin the day because now I feel ready to take more risks with it. Yesterday we talked with a professional French handball player (yeah I didn't really know what it is either) at lunch and I hunkered down and ate muttering about two words. Today I feel ready to take on the next challenge: trying to get my broken phone repaired with the fast speaking French salesman.
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