In English class, we learned about the case of Tristham Shandy, a boy whose father decides he is going to write down everything the boy does and make it into a book. Of course, by the time the father is done writing about the first day, it is day three--the first year, his son is five years old, etc.
We learned this in conjecture with something about the relativity of time in different media, etc. etc.
I am slowly beginning to think that this blog is like that.
Not only do I still have to recount my second day in Normandie and various other activities, I visited Versailles last Saturday, and have about a million things to say about that.
Unfortunately, I leave tomorrow for Strasbourg, and don't think I will be bringing my computer, so, I wont be able to finish any of that.
Not only will I be more days behind, but when I get back I will have way more stuff to post about.
To keep you placated, here is a picture of my adorable dog:
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