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Day 7 - I love you, you love me, and that's fine


I had to get up much too early to get ready for Sunday School this morning. I think it's a State's thing, to have adult Sunday School before the church service. After that we went to La Madeleine for breakfast. That's right, it was French. I haven't died yet so far, so I think I'm safe. Then we went to a church service at Christchurch Baptist. Aunty described the church as a mini-Pensacola. So for any of you who know what that means, it paints an interesting picture. It was actually a really good service though - I enjoyed it. A family group sang for us, and holy moley the little girl was amazing! She was only in grade three and had the most beautiful voice. It didn't sound like a child's voice. It was so beautiful. All the people I met were very nice as well. The pastor, Pastor Pope (that just kills me... Pastor Pope), was really cool. I was wearing my angel wings necklace and he asked if I was an angel. For all you LoE-ers, I instantly thought of Pascal. Slightly off topic, but still speaking of Pascal, there is a road called Beaumont here too! I also found a Grant road - Wesley. Those guys are going to haunt me for the rest of my life. So, enough of LoE...

When we got home I had a nap. For two hours, at least. I haven't had a nap in ages and ages. I really should do it more often.

Then at 6:15ish we left to go to South Pacific, a Broadway Musical. This was a performance with the original cast! It took place during WWII on an island in the South Pacific (shocking, I know). It was all about Nellie, a nurse, and a Frenchman, and the sailors. My favorite character was Luther, a real character of a sailor. You know the really sweet ones, but are always coming up with really great ideas that are sure to get you in trouble. The show was a really great comedic romance. I think my favorite part out of the whole thing was after the song "I'm Gonna Wash that Man Right Outta My Hair" and the Frenchman comes and says something about how all American songs are either about getting rid of a man or desiring a man you can't have. Then he said, "I like songs that say 'I love you, you love me, and that's fine'." I really enjoyed the show. I have the songs running through my head right now and they will most likely be stuck there for the next week at least. And I'll be dreaming about sailors. Next book on the list of things to write...(and in case anyone was wondering a sailor book would be totally different from a pirate book).

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