oh man. so i should be writing you from belguim right now but it seems i had what the french call gueule bois this morning and could not get out of bed until french billy, as my mother calls him, fixed me a tonic and then a coffee. last night we went down to the beach to watch the sunset, or sun belt, and it is more beautiful then i can express. i have seen the sunset from every angle in the states, but the way it melts into the sea here is pretty amazing. after that we came back, and i proceded to knock back half a bottle of rum. needless to say, electronic devices will now be locked up after a certain hour so i am not tempted to drink and type because i think i might have sent out a maudlin email or two. as i adjust to this way of life, i am apt to think about things that are better left to poets and philosophers, so i may get a bit morbid from time to time. anyway, today we decided to stay in berck and behave like the suburbanites we are. this meant going to carrefour to shop for food and to the florist for flowers for the window boxes. i behaved like a complete space cadet at both places. the french say hello and goodbye to everyone and i am still getting used to this. so while i am staring up at the sky, guigui has to nudge me so i say bon jour and au revoir. the language barrier between the two of us is eased by dictionaries and his understanding of english, while i have found my french is atrocious and my pronunciation hilarious to him. the reverse is also true. for the past few days i thought he was saying political crazies while speaking of foreign policy when he was saying crisis. he finally spelled it for me, and i was in hysterics for a half hour. perhaps we should keep the conversation a little lighter, but we are getting along. on to the flowers. we got pansies and two other plants i have never seen for the window boxes, and i planted them while he made some chocolate dessert. there is a mess of soil and flour now and guigui typed onto the translation program that i can now clean it up with my little hands like cinderella. he laughs and i shake my head. really we should have a video camera following us as a lesson to future generations about unity and understanding. i have not laughed so much in years. i have pictures to post from paris soon. guigui calls it jackie o in paris because there are shots of me smoking in my sunglasses next to the arc and eiffel tower. i will post the pics of his apartment and the flowers so that maybe someone can tell me what they are. my french lesson for the day is swear words. as guigui laughs at my pronunciation, i am thinking of tom hulce as mozart. it is very cute. that is all for now. i miss everyone but i am happy.