OK, so I know I promised a blog about Noah but that will have to wait. My neighbor Solweig was particularly offended that I hadn’t written a blog about her, so here goes. Oh, and remember if you want more pictures to check out the links to "Photo Albums" on the right.
Solweig (pronounced sol – vegg) is my little blonde French neighbor who is majoring in tourism at the university here in Nice. She’s 23, from a small town near Avignon, and claims I’m the first Christian she’s ever known. That said, she’s the first French girl with a non-French name I’ve known. So I guess that makes us even.
Aside from hanging out and watching movies, Solweig and I are masters of brochures. She had a project for one of her classes wherein she had to make a “prospectus” (a.k.a. brochure) for a local hotel with pictures and everything. Being the nice guy that I am, I ended up doing all of the work.
We went to a cool little place called Hôtel Windsor, and though it sounds British I assure you, it’s quite French. The rooms are cool because each has been painted uniquely by a different artist at one point or another in the past. So we got a nice tour of the place, checked out a bunch of rooms, and then made the prospectus.
This room was radtacular
It turned out. I guess she got an A+ on it (I’m that good in French too I suppose) but I’m still waiting for the thank you dinner to happen. It got cancelled due to her friend’s illness… or something like that. I suppose I’ll survive; I’ll just keep eating pasta.
And that’s about it on Solweig. And gents, she’s quite single as well =)
I'll get photos up as soon as the internet stops hating me.
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