Our First Night in the Pink House

When we got to French class this morning, our teacher asked us to take out a piece of paper and write a short essay about our first night in our new house.  Immediately, I thought, "great, today's blog entry!"  Here is the English translation and some pictures to fill in the blanks:

Our first night in the pink house was very good.  It is a nice house with two rooms and two fans.  It needs more fans. We sat under the mango tree, but it was too hot there.  In the evening, we talked with Abdou, who lives in the adjacent studio apartment with his girlfriend Sophie.  They will have a baby in one month.

With Abdou, we talked about government, politics, people, education, and why George Bush is a mother f***er.  During this time, we drank beer. We did not have dinner.  It was too hot to eat.

At 11:30pm, we went to sleep, but we could not sleep.  There was no air conditioning.  The bed was made like a sponge. 

Early this morning, there were strange noises.  The birds are bad singers.  The garbage man was here.  He honked a lot.  The people gave him garbage.  He honked some more.  More people went to him. 

Now, I am tired.  I hope that it is not hot today, because I want to take a nap during this class.

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Our stret

Every cul de sac needs a basketball oop

Abdou and Sara sitting under a tree.

Cl-ASS

Walking home for lunc