This is the Gare (train station) in Strasbourg. I have a story to tell you about this place. Hahaha. It was my longest legit French conversation, and it was...very memorable. Okay. So Mommy and Grant went into the Gare to find a bathroom, and I sat outside on the grass to wait for them. This guy came up to me and said something in French that I didn't understand. I said, "Je ne parle pas francais" ("I don't speak French"), so he asked me what I spoke and I said English, and then he asked where I was from and I said, "les États-Unis" ("the United States")--but this all in French. He told me he was Algerian and how exciting it was that he was Algerian and I was American and hey they both start with the same letter! Okay...? But then his next question: "Do you smoke marijuana?" Ohhh great. Me: "Uh, non." No I don't.
I've been really busy since being back--last week I took off again to go on the Summer Justice Ride to do pro-life outreach, similar to the one I did on spring break, but instead of on campuses, this was all in different cities. Downtown on the street, baby. It was another stretching, difficult, fulfilling, eye-opening, humbling, incredible experience. And now? It's just really good to be home. I love sleeping in my own bed.