Recently i became friends on facebook with a guy i studied in France with. His name was Marcello and he acted as the Italian playboy in every situation (in class, where his answers in discussion circles typically involved sex and hash; at bars; in the dorm; at meals). He put some pictures in an album that are all old and from that year and it really threw me to see all these people's faces together again, if only through a computer screen.
I'm not in any of the pictures, which is fine, because usually I avoided going out at night with him and his little group. All of us were reasonably close, that is, more or less separate from the French students unless we made a point of going out with the French, but he and his were too much. Below is the only picture where i thought i saw myself. I wore a lot of outfits that combined teal and Carolina blue, and i got coffee a lot in that cafe, so i thought, hey, maybe i am in one! But no, it's one of the Spanish girls. To her right is Mark, from Australia, who was drunk all the time--even in yoga class, even at 9:00 exams. At the far left are Paolo, Thomas, and Sebastian, who are great guys. I miss them.
Here's another one. Marcello is on the left. Ross and Thomas are beside him. Man, now that I think about it, I really liked all of these people (except Mark and a few more). But man.
3 comments:
Is French yoga different from here yoga?
Also, I hope those guys are still on the sidewalk like that. A year-longish stationary drunken stupor would be just titilating.
(for me)
(i imagine they'd have come to hate it by now)
it was really, really, really slow. like in a class that lasted an hour and a half, we did maybe 4 poses. the instructor was all about relaxing and special breathing, but i think he was just lazy and/or out of shape.
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