Monday, August 21, 2017

'My Christmas Diary Entry'

'I purview it would be practical for me to pull through all(prenominal) twenty-four hourslighttime, but world echtistic, its non. Also, Im attempt to enjoy the scoop out of my replace year, so that path slight com fructifyer, minuscular cellphone and less brotherly media. I cant believe its the cultivation mean solar day of the year, it went by a corresponding fast. My ratiocination penetration was well-nigh a month ago, so I forget try to write about everything that has happened in my life since.\nWe put up the christmas head and it was so ofttimes fun, it felt like home. We played christmas medication and sang and danced eon we decoreatd. Also, theres a usage here in Provence, called Crèche de Noel in french. You put up these low figurines called santons and you hold your own little town including double-dyed(a) Mary, Joseph and baby Jesus. I will slip pictures at the bar of the entry. A spend before the last week of check, Elena (my waiter si ster from Austria) and me assay reservation eclairs. needless to say, it was a disaster. besides we had fun.\nThe abutting day we tried making them again with the function from our entertain parents. They were not so bad. A friend from Mexico, Sergio, came to manducate me that selfsame(prenominal) night, he stayed until Monday. It was nice having someone from home. Sunday we went to Aix-en-Provence and there was christmas music and the little christmas market. It was truly cute. The next day my host mom told me I could skip school to spend the day with my friend so I stayed and we went to telephone La Ciotat and ate a really good burger at a pocketable local restaurant.\nThat same week, the school had an fact called Classe en Classe which consists of fertilization up real nice (boys with black tie and everything) up to now the instructors. We went obtain and I set a barde and heels to wear. I almost died after wearing away heels for the solely day (okay, not r eally).\nFriday, the last day of school, my social economics teacher let us bring food. The whole hour we listened to music, talked and ate. She even brought a mould for making tea. ... '

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