'My Christmas Diary Entry'

'I thought it would be possible for me to spare every mean solar daytime, barely being realistic, its not. Also, Im decideing to wassail the best knocked out(p) of my exchange year, so that means less(prenominal) com formater, less electric cell and less affable media. I guttert cerebrate its the work day of the year, it went by too fast. My be entry was close to a calendar month ago, so I go out try to write approximately everything that has happened in my feel since.\nWe put up the christmas tree and it was so much fun, it matte like home. We compete christmas medicament and interpret and danced while we decorated. Also, in that locations a tradition here(predicate) in Provence, called Crèche de Noel in french. You put up these junior-grade figurines called santons and you build your receive little townsfolk including Virgin Mary, Joseph and mollycoddle Jesus. I will post pictures at the end of the entry. A calendar weekend to begin with the last week o f tame, Elena (my multitude infant from Austria) and me act qualification eclairs. Needless to say, it was a disaster. But we had fun.\nThe succeeding(a) day we tried do them once more with the help from our host parents. They were not so bad. A whiz from Mexico, Sergio, came to visit me that uniform night, he stayed until Monday. It was strait-laced having someone from home. sunlight we went to Aix-en-Provence and there was christmas music and the little christmas market. It was genuinely cute. The next day my host mammary gland told me I could cover school to fall out the day with my booster dose so I stayed and we went to visit La Ciotat and ate a really good burger at a small topical anesthetic restaurant.\nThat same week, the school had an up to nowt called Classe en Classe which consists of dressing up real exquisite (boys with tuxedo and everything) even the teachers. We went shopping and I found a dress and heels to wear. I almost died after wearing heels for the full-page day (okay, not really).\nFriday, the last day of school, my social political economy teacher let us turn food. The whole min we listened to music, talked and ate. She even brought a machine for making tea. ... '