Pizza in the Rain

So last night was fairly interesting after I left the café internet. I went back to the apartment, arrived soaking wet. I was in my room when Lynda walked in totally drenched. She started talking and said she didn't want to cook, so how about 'Magdos' or something. I just said okay, fine with me. So we go to her car, which is finally fixed, and by the time we get there we are totally drenched. We start driving, and she tries to talk on her phone while behind the wheel. Clearly a good idea since every car in Europe is a stick shift. We get to some Chinese pizza place (what?) where she knows the owner. The place was closed, but he was there so we went in and talked for a few minutes.

When we returned to the car it was still raining. When we got in she again asked me if I wanted Magdos. I said I didn't know what it was, and she freaked out and thought there weren't McDonalds in the U.S. I assured her there were, but honestly, who knew that Magdos was short for McDonalds in French? What happened to good old Mickey D's? Needless to say, we ended up getting an eggplant pizza from a street vendor and taking it back to the apartment. We were both so soaking wet it wasn't even funny. Actually, it really was.

So we ate the ZA and talked a little - good times. Kenza still isn't around, so who knows about that. After dinner I went into my room to attempt to concentrate on some homework. Didn't really happen. I did manage to read most of Le Canard Enchaîné which is a weekly French publication kind of like the Onion, but less funny, and more realistic.

Today has been another fairly uneventful day. Class all morning, and even in the afternoon. Blah. I am going to book my train to Brussels this afternoon for this weekend, and that's about all I know. Keep commenting on the blog, and I'll see you in 11 days!