Back to school is somewhat ominously referred to here as "The Re-Entry." It conjures images of children donning scuba gear, unsmilingly taking a last deep breath, and submerging themselves in unknown scholastic waters. I, too, will soon be back in the classroom, trying not to drown in French but rather to refine my strokes.
Accordingly, we've been spending more time at the beach. The water is warm, the tides are big, and friends with teenagers finally motivated us to get the paddle board in the water. Not only that, we pulled out all the stops and ate both tripe and cod liver, at the request of said teenagers.
Breaking news: I read "The Little Prince" for the first time. How I reached such an advanced age without doing so I can't explain, but I'm making up for it by also reading it in French. On deck are French editions of "The Complete Idiot's Guide to Philosophy" and "White Fang."
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