My host mom lives alone with her cat (Zephyr). We get along fine, though the cat keeps attacking my feet. My host mom does not speak any English, which is good for me because that means I will use more French. She is very nice and I swear she and her cat have the same color blue eyes--like the sky.
I still find it hard to wrap my head around the fact that I'm in Avignon, France.
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