I got back to Paris last night just in time for my Finnish class - still really enjoying it. I suprised myself by understanding out of nowhere "haluasin nenäliinoja" (I would like some kleenex). The teacher didn't think anyone would understand it since it was only the third class, and was about to translate it, but all of the sudden "Je voudrais des mouchoirs" just popped out of my mouth. I was as surprised as she was. I will unfortunately have to miss next week's class (assuming I actually end up going to Tunisia, that is).

And after less than 12 hours chez moi -and barely having time to unpack and then repack again- I am off to Nîmes for the weekend. That means I will be missing rhumrhums this Friday night, but I've always wanted to visit Nîmes, plus I've got a very good reason to go to the area...more coming on that later!