School with Mom. If you asked me about this in kindergarten I would probably just be confused, but apparently I have changed. Now I am having fun in school with Mom! 

Sometimes when we get on a metro we see these “Weird Guys”. They play some music and then walk around expecting you to pay them, or they run around saying random stuff until you pay them to stop. Those weird guys!

(This is a presentation of the weird guys)

I was required to write a small essay in french for emersion class, and this is what I came up with. I didn’t finish, but I find it cool.

For people who want to read this, I have transcribed it here:

Bonjour, Je m’appelle Andrew. Je déteste le poisson, mais J’adore écrire de histoires. Mon père aime les échecs et I’l cuisiner avec Ma Mère. Ma Mère adore écouter de la musique. Elle est super. Ma sœur, Julie, a un fils. I’l s’appelle Lincoln. Lincoln adore faire de football et –

and that’s where I ran out of time.

If you need help translating, click the second “the” in this sentence.

They say in France you have to be formal. So, I have taken a picture of what my school will probably expect from me*. 

*Don’t worry mom, this is not what I will do in school. Maybe.

Yesterday Me and my Dad went to the Luxembourg Gardens and we played chess.

But we weren’t the only ones playing.

This is the group of like fifty old guys playing chess. Whoa.

This is what I use in the morning to buy a croissant and a pain au chocolat. The simple two-hundred and thirty euro cent order of every day.

Today we got a Navigo pass so we can search around paris like crazy! Its the new version of Tour de France!

A lot of things happened on Bastille Night.  The fun really began when our first guests, Tim and Nancy, showed up at our at our apartment. We sat down in front of some chips, salsa to began our evening together. I personally ate a lot of the chips, which was probably why I couldn’t eat as much at dinner….  oops. Well, to continue on, after our little introductions, we gathered around the table and gladly devoured some ratatouille (no, we did not eat a dvd, if thats what your thinking) . When all of our stomachs were full and all of us were ready to go out, we got up and walked out of our apartment. and started to walk to a bridge so that we could view the Bastille fireworks. As we were walking to our destination, we spotted some great things, which my mom was able to take pictures of.

Don’t you think this is a cool statue? I think it is.

Wow.  That must have took a lot of setup. I’m kinda worried for their candle stand.

Boom.  You can tell that this I big day when you see a flag the size of a building. Literally.

Unfortunately, our friends had to leave before we could reach the fireworks. Well, the buses covered them up anyway. And one time a guy sat on top of his car and a bunch off people yelled at him to come down. But, here is a picture of what was there (To Tim: We hope you see this so you can see what it looked like) :

Calmness through the area….

Crazyness begins!

And the Eiffel Tower erupts into awesomeness!

And that’s pretty much the day.

;D,  – Kiddo.

   The lone ice cream in the wild.

The predator, Andrew, sights the ice cream and his hunting instincts come into play…………………………..

HAHAHAHAHA! The ice cream is vanquished!

Today I tried to ask for two baguettes and a pain de chocolate from a boulangerie, and I got too stressed to ask the whole question. I better learn to not stress out that much. And also learn like a billion words. And start doing that on tuesday. Ok. I have got a lot ahead of me. Uh oh. Well at least so far we have all been (mostly) settling into France. The only problem that I am down about is that I can’t continue on an american book series with no amazing book buying. Well, enough of my rants. But before I go, here is a question. If you had to either eat a spiked banana or a possibly poisoned one, which one would you eat? please put your answer in the comments. 😀 .   (You may also answer on the poll that I have added.)