Today I experiences the first taste of homesickness.  I’ve been gone for a less than ten days, but today I would have loved to be back in Denver.  Yesterday quickly filled with things to do and places to go.  We visited George at his office on the other side of Grenoble, about forty five minutes.  As soon as we arrived home, quickly packing a bag I grabbed what I needed to go swimming with some friends.  Christine dropped Guillaume and I off at Nicolas’ work where we had to say bonjour to Nicolas’s boss.  When I say we said bonjour, were couldn’t have been there longer than an hour.  In France, saying hello and catching up with any friend you see goes without question.

Nicolas, Guillaume and I arrived at the Busi’s house  (Raphael, Nicolas, Justine and Ségolène) around seven.  Quite hungry, I expected top each relatively soon.  Oh no.  We talked for a few hours, played ping-pong while dinner was cooking, or so I thought.  Not until eight thirty did I see Raphael put being cooking the meal.  After dinner around sunset we decided to go swimming.  Yes, we went swimming at Lake Paladru for about an hour right after sunset, watching the colors slowly fade from the sky.  Our evening swim ended around eleven when we returned back to the Busi’s house.  The decided to watch a French movie around midnight, while I decided to work on my website instead.  We didn’t return home till two in the morning, a normal act for Nicolas I’m beginning to realize, more like experience.  Last Saturday we arrived home around four in the morning and another night one.

If you know me at all, it’s a minor miracle if I’m awake fast midnight.  Yet here, people talk and hang out with each other to the early hours of the morning.  Regardless of going to bed at two and waking up at ten, I awoke exhausted.  The past few day’s I’ve spend anywhere from three to six hours working on French.  Today, studying was useless, quickly I became frustrated, I could barely speak French.  Eh, it was bad.  All I wanted to do was to curl up on a couch with some friends around who know we well and just be.  The scenery, food, people and places are absolutely breathtaking here, yet nothing can take the place of some people who know the real you.  That’s what I miss the most.  I miss you all.  I hope life is good back in the states.  Love ya!