I haven’t been in touch lately because I was in Florida and could not for the life of me get the Wi-fi to work on my laptop. Twas a great vexation for me.
Not that I would have spent much time on the internet when the beach was just a couple steps away, but I did get the itch to check my email or Facebook every couple of days.
When we drove through Jackson on the way there and back, I realized how much I missed school and my friends. I love being home with my family, but miss the company of other co-eds. Thankfully, some of that distress was lessened by visits from some of those friends!
Last week, one of my best friends came to visit for a couple of days and, best of all, came bearing gifts!! She had sacrificed the neatness of her mother’s kitchen to make homemade macarons, the little cookies that I became completely and utterly obsessed with in France. She had found a recipe online and posted it on another friend’s Facebook wall, which of course I found instantly thanks to both my radar for macaron-related things and my radar for Facebook links…
Oh yes… they do come in all colors and flavors. I could go into the delicious list of my favorites, but I won’t do that right now. It’s too painful for me anyway because they are so far out of reach for me…
Laura made strawberry ones. She confessed that she turned her kitchen into what resembled a flour-bomb battlefield (Anyone else used to fight with flour bombs? Flour tied into a Kleenex and tied with a rubber band? I digress…), and, despite her prowess in the kitchen, I was doubtful she could capture the true magic that is a macaron, but as soon as I bit into it, I flashed-back to Nice. They were so good and the texture was just right (they’re really just made of eggwhites). GOSH I’m talking about macarons a lot.
The real point of this story was to say how nice it was to have a Millsapian at my house. We had a nice reunion before she hopped on a jet and headed for Scotland through the Millsaps geology department for a field study. Yet another one of us studying abroad.
Yesterday night, I got home around 10:30 pm from the beach, and by 11:15, my house was filled with six other friends from school that had come to visit for the weekend. They had been with my roommate doing things around town, trying the local restaurants and exploring places that are supposedly haunted. It is so fun to have your friends from school come to visit so you can take them around to your favorite places. It’s like being a tourist in your own town for a day.