French Sister

Last weekend I went to Los Vegas for my choir’s mini tour, where we sang concerts at a school and different churches. On my Facebook though I had written how we had passed about 10 little chapels in a row and all I needed was a man to marry me (because it’s what people do in Vegas apparently). Camille, my French friend, commented telling me that I should meet a French man and marry him, so that I could move to France and be with her. She really does make me laugh, but I know that she truly is one of my best friends.

               We call each other sister: I her American sister, and she my French sister. It still is really wonderful to me that one can be so deeply connected to another, even across the continent. She brings such a smile to my face, and I do miss her greatly. Hopefully soon I shall be able to visit her again.

               We talked today. She has been extremely busy with studying to be a doctor, her classes very hard and taking up all of her time. She joked a little today about how she is not in an English class anymore and is afraid she will lose her English speaking skills. I just told her I will get very good at French so we can still talk.

               I would love to be in France right now. At the café, drinking an orange hot cocoa, laughing with her and friends as I try to pronounce French words properly. It would be lovely to be back at the Normandy beach listening to the waves wash over the smooth stones that make up the beach instead of sand, such a smooth noise that can lull one to sleep. Being able to pull cherries straight off the trees we walk by and stain our fingers from the juices. Their culture is so wonderful, I may not completely agree with the government over there, but culture wise I adore it, the people really aren’t as rude as we perceive them to be. Truthfully, compared to Oklahoma, California is full of not so friendly people, but I guess it is just something about the Midwest.

               Well. Bonne nuit!