no. 3

Things are basically a roller coaster. I have just a few minutes to try to type out what the hell happened the past few days.
I have done my fair share of crying and carrying-on, and in all reality I just want to go home. And by home I mean the road. I have this urge (thanks to Mr. Kerouac) to take whatever I have and book it. I want to travel all around the world. I want to have no boundaries and no plans and just go wherever life leads me. But instead, I'm here. Still here. I mean, I couldn't be in a better place. Italy, France, Germany and Austria are all a matter of a few hours travel away. I just wish I didn't have to work.
Anyway, Saturday night I was bored and decided to (wo)man up and go out. I went to this Café-Bar place and sat outside with a cup of café noir and read my book. After an hour or so, a guy named Alan from Paris started talking to me. It was rather funny. His English wasn't that great and my French isn't that great so our conversation must have sounded humorous. "I don't understand" and "Je ne comprends pas" were common phrases. Oh, I have to mention that he still, to this moment, thinks that my name is Carla.
Antoine is at summer camp right now for two weeks. It's a lot less stressful. I just had to do a few things around the house this morning and now I'm waiting to start lunch. I'm never really hungry at lunch time and Michèle is so it's a rather interesting sight. After lunch, she is showing me how to do laundry and then we're going to drive down to Sierre and go shopping at the Migros (grocery store) down there. I am kind of excited about that because I seriously need to make my apartment more "homey". I also can't wait until my mom sends my ukulele.
I didn't accomplish what I wanted to with this post. It isn't a big deal, though. I need to go clean and cut tomatoes.