What people don't tell you when they talk about the beautiful weather in the south of France, is that there's a crazy, crazy wind called the Mistral that reaches speeds of 50 miles per hour.
Mistral + my hair x French people's bluntness = this daily conversation with one of my flat-mates:
HIM: Hey Brooke!
ME: Hey!
HIM: Wow, your hair looks really terrible!
ME: What?
HIM: Terrible - in that context it means like really snarly and standing straight up.
ME: Oh, I understood the word terrible I was just... ok, thanks...
HIM: Why does it look so bad?
ME: Just naturally like this mostly.
HIM: Wow. Do you want some chocolate?
ME: Definitely.
Brooke! Reading your blog is the best! I love every post and if I didn't want to seem like a total stalker I would comment on them all. I'm so glad people are blunt. Could you imagine that here!? I hope when you get back and are very rude. Also, I miss you!!
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