L'espagnol is French for waiting.

This was a fairly eventful week. We had, first of all, the soirée galettes, which was a tasty affair. The only problem is being that we'd been eating galette for about 2 weeks straight, and at some point the galette turns to ashes in your mouth. All the French turned out for that one, and we actually had a good time. Everytime we thought we were out of cider, another bottle magically appeared.


Ana lorded over all.