There is nothing more terrifying than watching someone you can barely communicate with attempting to take apart your precious MacBook. Trust me…
Last night I discovered that the CD that had been in my computer since I left America was now refusing to come out (good one, Kass). I told May and we set out to fix my first problem in Belgium. Our visit with a fellow villager proved unsuccessful and he reccomended a computer store nearby. Well…needless to say these people clearly weren’t learned in Le Pomme. Then we called Le Pomme (in French I might add)…the kind bilingual customer service rep failed to assist in my CD’s extraction. Then we called another store, “Mac Line”, and they tried to tell me it would bee $2oo to fix…pas bon. Finally a store near “Jack” will help for $40…c’est bon.
No movies in French until Friday…d’accord.
Rotary wasn’t joking…they eat REAL butter here. Tonight we took a good long walk to get rid of the meatballs, mashed potatoes, pancakes, steak (for lunch), baguette, and chocolate. Though we did find nuts and plums to eat along the way…and a disturbing amount of slugs.
After our walk we discussed the philosophy of Le Petit Prince with our limited vocabulary.
Now I will eat a TinTin biscuit and proceed to bed.