La Plage

Today, after our morning grammar and verbal practice classes, we went to the beach on the Mediterranean. C'est belle. I am not much of a beach person, but I did get to walk in the Mediterranean which is pretty cool I think. It was not cold but at the same time not really warm at all. But the sky was clear and there was a beautiful breeze coming off the sea. It was very very nice and if I was a beach person, this was a wonderful beach. The french however seem to not do anything at the beach other than sit on their towels or go in the ocean or play this ping pong-like game without the table. Many of the women are topless too by the way. Something you have to go over here in France. The pornographic magazines are not in plastic or anything so the cover is the cover and you see whatever is on it. The shock factor has begun to wear off of seeing breasts everywhere. But the beach was beautiful. However, I got burnt in really random places and I am not comfortable. One side of my stomach and thigh is burnt (Yes I was in a bikini). It looks weird. Me, Renee, and Jade are not beach people though so we spent the whole time waiting to leave after we got over the whole "oh wow this is the Mediterranean" thing. It's nice because we all really get along and have basically the same attitude towards things. In the evening, we went to the local cafe and got some paninis and beer and then Scott, Jade, and I sat outside on the stoop of the dorm drinking and then randomly everyone walked by and slowly joined us. We stay a little segregated though because none of us do the huge group thing well. It's really relaxed here. I forget that I am in France from time to time but there's little things to remind me. Such as topless beaches and the fact that it's difficult to eavesdrop on anyone when you barely can understand the spoken language. Well I guess it is about time for me to go to bed. Is anyone even reading this? If not, I might as well just stop and write in my personal journal, so just let me know. Bonsoir.