European Birthday.

The last two weeks have been the epitome of my homesickness, with the regularly going to school and all that. Sort of, I was kinda sick and I'm pretty sure that feeling like I'll simultaneously pass out and ingest my own stomach, is my body's fantastic way of reinforcing my longing for (almost) total understanding of the people around me. However, it was spring.

We went to Mont St. Michel last weekend which was amazing, lots of mud.

More tommorow, we're off to a bar. It'll be okay, probably good, just not normal birthday. I will report tomorrow perhaps with photos. I guess I was wrong at the beginning, I still really miss home. Birthdays aren't the same when only one person at your party speaks the same language as you, hence the likeliness of drinks.

Shit, almost forgot my gin.