26 janvier 2010 (Day 148) Today I went on a magical run. I found out that my trail is endless. I took the tram down several stops and started running on a different trail. Low and behold a while later I found that I was on my magical trail. One day I should really learn how to use a map. I didn’t have any class today so I went shopping, cleaned, and did my laundry. I went to the church to help Cheryl out with the English class since the missionaries couldn’t be there. I met Cheryl up on the tram and we walked to the church. There was only one person there for the lessons today, Jean-Yves. He is an older man who loves his English dictionary. We played a couple of games with him including hangman. SWEET OF THE WEEK: Today I bought a pomme-cassis tarte. It was the most divine apple blueberry tarte that I have ever had. I really should have started my pastry-a-week idea sooner.
25 janvier 2010 (Day 147) Hannah and I went to lots of health classes today. We went to the psychology of health where I had the ghastly realization that the psychology teacher is going to change. The class is apparently a discovering psychology class, so every 3 or 4 weeks the professor changes and teaches a different subject. The classroom was freezing! Hannah and I were just sitting there freezing while trying to take down notes about coping. It was indeed about the same temperature inside as outside. Or at least in the 50s. Hannah and I both had on our coats and mittens. Right after health psychology Hannah and I ran over to health sociology. The professor was really nice and had a pretty interesting class. We went over a lot of different graphs about health in France and then analyzed why we thought it was like that. I went and showed Patricia Choblet my student id card so that I can get my bourse one of these days. I also talked briefly with Patricia Torres about my carte de sejour. She said to not worry if I never get a doctor’s appointment, and that she will just extend my temporary visa. I talked with Drew about his girl problems. Wish him luck!
That infamous galette des rois that I keep blabbering about, and some feves
24 janvier 2010 (Day 146) Today was a good Sabbath day. We had a good lesson in Relief Society from the General Conference magazine. I am telling you though, the conference talks just aren’t the same when they aren’t in English. Nothing out of the ordinary happened or was taught and I was falling asleep in sacrament meeting. Meetings are a lot duller without Cody Allen, our special anti-France American to liven up life. After the block Hannah and I visit taught Cheryl (a Brit my age being an English aide in a school) at the chapel. My sweet of the week came with 2 slices, so I gave one to Cheryl. She apparently loves cake (and chocolate, naturally) so I pretty much made her day because she was in fact, craving chocolate at that very moment. I brought a galette des rois to share at lunch since I ‘won’ the last time. It was an almond one and really good. I didn’t get the feve though. Isabel’s family did share some pate and rice with me though. It was very kind of them. Choir practice seemed quite long today, whether it was longer than normal or not, I don’t know. Cami, our super French-American citizen and singer can’t do choir anymore so the director was looking for someone else to sing her part (in English). She asked me and I gently (ok, not gently, quite stubbornly/forcefully) reminded her about the last time she had me sing. Someone else affirmed this, insulting my crappy singing skills (but I am not quite sure what they said). The end result was the needed one though, and I will not be singing a solo. I really do like choir though. I know I have the vocal range of a chicken (that would be very small), but I am actually learning the alto parts. Well, I know the alto part to one song by heart. The rest I have to be by the altos to follow along otherwise I start singing the melody with the sopranos. After church I came home and talked to friends online, notably staying up rather late making concubine jokes. Concubinage is quite interesting. You should Wikipedia it. My favorite Wiki quote is, “In contemporary France, concubinage refers to cohabitation and carries no inequality connotations.” I wouldn’t quite say that cohabitation is concubinage…there are different references with the two. Thus, it made my night.
23 janvier 2010 (Day 145) Oh blessed Saturday. I muddled through the rain again to go to the market. I bought 2 kilos of apples this time (I won’t be going to the market next Saturday because I will be at a YSA activity in Angers). I also stopped my vendor friends to get some clementines. He was doing well, apologized for not calling me yet (we exchanged numbers last time), but told me that he was enjoying reading The Book of Mormon and would like to know more because he likes learning about other people’s religions. I should have given him the missionary’s phone numbers, but I didn’t think of that. I was just too shocked that he had started to read it and liked it! I bought a pineapple for 50 cents. They must be in season to be that inexpensive. They are smaller pineapples, but that was perfect since there is just me (and the thought of my mom who loves pineapple, thus I bought it). Kiwis are also in season because you can buy a plethora of them for 1 euro. I also bought 3 alvacados for 1 euro. I bought some bread at a boulangerie since I am on a quest to find bread like I had in southern France. So far I haven’t had any luck (although dad, you do make good artesian bread…it is close to some of the French stuff). I think I might need to buy some bio (organic) bread at the market, but then I can’t get it sliced (and my knife hates slicing things like carrots, apples, and anything hard). I went to the Marche-U to get a galette for tomorrow and I also stumbled upon my (discounted) SWEET OF THE WEEK: Black Forest cake. You see, I have a goal to try a new French deliciousness once a week. It was pretty good. John came over and asked if I wanted to make American French toast and I said yes. You see, in Scotland instead of putting ‘sweet things’ on their French toast they put brown sauce (a malt-vinegar based condiment with spices and fruit) aka like a steak sauce. We therefore had this debate the other day about which is better (because we each found the other’s idea of French toast revolting) so we decided to try it. We went off to the store in search of eggs and brown sauce (which for a good part of the time I thought was a gravy). Alas, there is no brown sauce in France, so I cooked sweet French toast. We went to about all the kitchens (closed, full, burners broken). On the fourth try we found one, and one with hot burners. I found this out by sticking several of my fingers on the very hot burner. The pancake turner proceeded to fly out of my hand and my fingerprints proceeded to leave my fingers. It was painful and I felt dumb. John enjoyed the French toast though and is practically convinced now that I am correct. I am still supposed to try French toast Scottish style though (yuck!). After lunch we got on some random tangents (as usual) and ended up talking about Scottish dishes, actors and actresses, and who knows what else came from looking up brown sauce. My fingers were still quite numb after (it felt too odd to type) so instead I sat down on my bed to finish writing up a bunch of letters and watch the first 2 episodes of season 6 of House. They were really good.
22 janvier 2010 (Day 144) Oh my goodness. My mind is blown. The sociology of art was such a fascinating class today. The professor is hilarious. He made me really start thinking about what is art and what is an artist (versus an artisan). He started the class by saying that people like Da Vinci and Michelangelo weren’t artists (and that they were artisans). He also had a little discussion using Marcel Duchamps infamous urinal that started DaDaism. In art’s defense, I don’t think it was fair to use the first example of “modern art” because he was using it to make a point. But perhaps that makes his arguments stronger. I got my student card (after going there for the third or fourth time). I am now a third year sociology student at the University of Nantes! I ate lunch at the RU (university restaurant). I had rice, ratatouille, and some pork that was very nice. The joy of my life has returned: French History. I know I’m not in the IRFFLE program anymore, but I am still going to take M. Touvron’s class. He started off with a stimulating discussion on what is a nation. I think my favorite quote for this week’s lesson was: United Statesman, it is indeed a word that exists, but no one uses it. After our discussion on what is a nation M. Touvron proceeded to give a brief overview of the history of France that the new students missed out on last semester. Oh man, I love his class. After class I caught the first tram off to the church. There I met up with my home teachers, and Hannah as well (History is the ONE class she hasn’t tagged along with *Retrospect, she is now). I actually got on the same tram as Hannah. During the ride a number she didn’t know called her so she had me answer it. It was the bishop, so I just went along pretending that I was Hannah because Hannah has a hard time understanding French. I proceeded to set up an appointment for her with the bishop. She was pretty funny about it once I was done because she was like, “Now I am going to have to try to explain that it was you to the bishop!” “Would you have rather me have given the phone to you?” “No.” Oh Hannah, bless her heart. I am going to have so much more patience after having all my classes every. single. day. with her. I just can’t see people that frequently, it is too much, even if I love them* (*unless it is someone like Amber. But I think I’d even get sick of Amber…naa). Hannah and I arrived only about 5 minutes late for our meeting with the home teachers. Our home teachers gave a really great lesson after we all introduced ourselves. It was definitely just what I needed to hear. One of the articles they referred to was, “The Best Is Yet to Be.” Once I got home after a dull evening at institute (but we got out early!) I went home and read it. And then read it again.
Example of a freezing French lecture hall (this was in History...)
21 janvier 2010 (Day 143) Oh my, how funny is life. All the classes I thought I wanted to take I am not taking. For instance, I had no intention of taking a morphology and syntax class until I went. Not only is the professor cute, young, and super cool (he sits on the desks), he also has an excellent teaching style. I have definitely been most receptive to his class so far. I learned a lot of stuff. Following there was a phonetics and phonology class. This class was good as well, but I like our first teacher better. After classes I went shopping for food, had some vegetable soup (it is delicious with bread!), checked my emails, tried to painfully make my way around the hippodrome running, had more soup and cous cous, cleaned, watched Harry Potter online and wrote a little bit.
20 janvier 2010 (Day 142) Well today was the crown jewel for canceled class. I woke up to go to an early morning epistemology (noun: a branch of philosophy that investigates the origin, nature, methods, and limits of human knowledge.) class. It was canceled (I found out not too long after) so I went back to my room. I met Hannah for our sociology of cultures class. This class was also canceled. I headed home for a nice long break and then went back to school (third time today) to an archeology class that was indeed happening. It was a pretty interesting class, about the medieval cities in France. I considered taking it, but the vocab was a little above me. Archeology was a lot more interesting to me than the Ancient Philosophy class I went to afterward. We talked about the difference between a ‘discours’ and a ‘recit.’ So while this nice older man, with a real pocket watch who reminded me of Frank, an accounting teacher at USU went on about Platon and such I doodled. I did learn some cool words though like illud temps which is Latin, as well as peri pherseos. Mostly I was bored even though the teacher was nice. Thinking/listening/taking notes so much gives me headaches so I went home and cooked some cous cous with ratatouille and watched Leap Year (with Amy Adams starring). I went into the kitchen to wash some stuff later on and the floor (ok, some of us) was having a raclette party. Maude invited me, so a while later I went. Raclette is a specific cheese that you melt and place on baby boiled potatoes with some meat. It is really good. They had this awesome special cheese melter/cooker contraption so lots of people could eat at the same time. There were also cherry tomatoes and chips to eat. We all talked while munching on appetizers (and the others drinking). We had an interesting conversation on what different alcoholic things are made of. I had fun talking and helping to clean up because the door locking man came around and finished our raclette party. Several of the people went to someone’s to play Scrabble, but it was late enough that I headed for bed.
19 janvier 2010 (Day 141) Today I woke up and went to an art history class. This class is all about the age of antiquity, so the 5th century in Athens. The teacher is really nice and the students are a lot quieter. The classes here are a lot different than in the states. You have class once a week and it is normally for an hour and then you have a ‘supplemental class’ that the teacher gives that is like a homework/preparation for the test class that you are supposed to go to. The semester is also only 12 weeks, which means for most of my classes I will have a total of 24 hours in the classroom being taught, versus the 64 hours in the states. I also went to the TD (the supplemental class) for the art history class. For their TD they have to get in small groups and research and do a presentation on a problem related to the various art history subjects she has. She got around to us so I explained that we were foreign students and she proposed us tagging along with a group and then doing a dossier (aka really big booklet thingy) on that subject. I don’t know how I feel about this. This class seems like it could be okay, but Mr. Oram has just put every other art history teacher to shame. (And ditto M. le Prof with French. :] Je t’aime ) On another side note, Hannah was going to just follow one Licence, or major, until Jane advised her against it. Hannah has therefore been tagging along with me to all the classes that interest me. A side note to the side note: The majors here in France are very specific. You have no choices. It is pretty much like doing what is the advised 4-year plan for your major except there aren’t really options and you can’t skip around. I was really excited about the social psychology class that they offered. And once again, my mad choosing skills led me to an awful class. Hannah and I smartened up and stayed for only 15 minutes. The topic should have been really interesting, but the teacher was an older lady who was dry and who didn’t do powerpoint or anything so it was hard with notes and just how she taught wasn’t fun and it wasn’t ‘foreign friendly.’ Since I saved myself 115 minutes of class, I decided to use my extra time to go for a run. I went to the hippodrome, or horse track. It’s big! I didn’t realize how big it was until I was tired after going around it once. There was some man playing wall ball. In the dark. I don’t know how he was doing it. There were also several people with dogs. It is funny because I saw lots of dogs but no poop. In the city you see lots of poop but no dogs. How ironic. After I ran and showered I called up Sam Fick (from Louisiana) to see if he wanted to go to the Autour de Monde Galette des Rois party. He said yes so we caught the tram to the party. It was good talking to Sam. He was telling me about his idea to rent a car and go on a road trip. This is a most excellent idea and I am hoping that we are going to do it during winter break in February. Sam enjoyed his first taste of the kings cake, we met some crazy giant (seriously SO big) dutch kid who speaks lots of languages and left early because Sam was getting a heat rash, lol.
18 janvier 2010 (Day 140) Today Hannah and I met up with Jane Bayly, the ISEP coordinator here, to figure out what the devil we were supposed to be doing. She gave us some insight and the recommendation to go to way more classes than we plan on taking (in retrospect this was the best advice ever). I went back home after our meeting, cleaned up and had lunch and then went to a class that wasn’t there. This one was my fault (as the rest of the ‘oops, no classes’ of the week were cancelled). The first class Hannah and I ventured into was a psychology of health class. The professor was this young stickly looking thing with brown hair who does research in the psychology of health in France (along with a few others). She gave a little intro and then when right into teaching. This was a Freshman level class and you could tell. The students would not shut up! We were in a large amphitheatre and it was really hard to hear the professor. They were so noisy that the teacher gave us a 10 minute break to see if she could get the talking out of them. It didn’t work. It is funny, because these people are silent on the tram but when they are in class, wham! The broca’s area of their brain is suddenly activated. The teacher is great though, she has a powerpoint and then when she says important things she gives time to write down what she says, or what is on the powerpoint. Memo to self: must remember to pause when I am a teacher! After psyc I went to what I thought should be a great class, “Geography: A Great Power.” The only thing is, they forgot this part of the title, “: Brazil.” The geography teacher was this cute short but large man in his 40s that was really funny, but a whole class on Brazil, no thank you. Hannah and I didn’t want to randomly walk out so we sat and doodled, occasionally paying attention. After 90 minutes we did finally sneak out though (it was a two hour class). I went for a run on the track with Hannah. She didn’t last too long and I was doing a sprint workout, so I was a while. It felt nice to be outside though. It was cold, but it wasn’t raining!
Today was the day to say goodbye to a lot of the missionaries.They all bore there testimonies and it was very sweet.Elder Poussard is done and will be going home to another part of France, greenie Baker is no longer green, and Elder Brooks won’t be seeing Nantes again on his mission.We will now only have two Elders, Elder Bourgeois and another Elder.
We had a crazy lunch today at church.There were lots of desserts being shared.Armelle gave me a piece of her lemon meringue tarte, someone made this gross pudding dried fruit thing, and the highlight was a galette des rois.I was pretty disappointed that I didn’t find the little ceramic in my piece, signifying that I was the queen for the day.Anne, Isabel’s “mother” here in France told me to take another piece.She also told me which one (it had the feve in it).I told her that was cheating and that it didn’t count if I knew so then she hid the cake and told me to pick a number.She of course cheated and gave me the piece with the feve.I promptly put on the crown and enjoyed trying to boss everyone around for the rest of church.I made a really funny joke about some of the choir people not being in my kingdom.What comes around goes around though, because I later got made fun of for not being able to sing high enough to be alto.It was recommended that I join the bass singers, lol.
Going home was so fun.This has got to be at least the fifth time in a row that we have had the exact same discussion about the ugly new buildings, and that some of the older new buildings look much nicer, and who approved of the ugly buildings design.Honest to goodness, it is like from the film Groundhog’s Day.The exact same things get said.
I had a lovely run in with several boys today at the McDonald’s that isn’t the one that I’ve been going to in Commerce.I was inside, messaging Hannah about when I could come over to watch the fireside and some boy (by boy I mean a 25-year-old idiot) was out in the play area with his friends and they were all staring and laughing and he comes in.he proceeds to ask me how old I think he is.I guess 25, which is exact!He goes back to tell his friends and then comes back in, offers to buy me a drink or something to eat, tells me that I have lovely eyes, and that he would really love to get to know him.I say no thanks and that sorry, I’m busy.This lovely group of gentleman continues to perturb me so I try to plan my exit since they were blocking some of the doors (I was supposed to go talk to them after I was done).Luckily I got away without having to use any of my kick-butt skills.I’m so glad I have that cold New York blood.
After the eventful time at McD’s I decided to get some professional help, so I asked John.Lol, he is in no way a professional with computers, but he pushed random buttons and got the internet working!I am so glad to have it in my room again so that I can look up classes online and avoid the McDonald’s crowd (honestly, what kind of boys pick up girls in sweat pants at McDonald’s)?!?!
Being at Hannah’s to watch the fireside was a much more pleasant experience.Hannah popped us some popcorn and we had a really enjoyable time.In the fireside Elder Andersen talked a lot about the journey that we are on and the future.It was really good.Afterwards Hannah said, “I can’t believe I was so stupid.That was so good.I can’t believe I’ve been boycotting going to them.It was so dumb of me.”So that was a good thing.She’s been making a lot of effort since the New Year started to do all the church stuff (institute, church on time, firesides, etc.).
I made some rice for dinner and then went to planning my schedule, because tomorrow is the start of school as a university student!
Crepes!
Coolest 3D glasses ever.
Creepy blue people.
16 janvier 2010 (Day 138)
Boy was it rainy when I woke up!It didn’t stop my lovely day of music with my oatmeal and then going into town to pay for that lovely ticket that I acquired last night and going to the market.I took along some English chocolate and a Book of Mormon for my vendor friend, Haiikel.He was really excited to see me again and to have a present so he came out from his side and gave me bisous twice (and he does 4 cheek kisses).I bought some clementines, apples, tomatoes, and lettuce and then headed to McDonald’s to catch some WIFI.
Cheryl and Isabel (the Brits) called and invited me to go see “Avatar” in 3D with them.I have/had no interest in seeing the film, but since it was being social and in French I said yes.I met them at the movie theatre at Commerce after hurridly eating my grilled cheese sandwich.It was practically pouring, so when Isabel and Cheryl got there they were soaking wet.They looked at the times wrong, so the 3D version had already started, but we went in anyway.Even though we were about 20 minutes late I think we only missed about 20 seconds of the actual movie, which was nice.Well, Avatar is pretty dumb.It is about these crazy blue alien people and humans wanting to take the blue alien’s resources from their land.The main actor is cute (when he isn’t in a blue alien body) and he is a paraplegic marine, so kudos to Hollywood for having someone disabled (although he does get a body better than a humans at the end) as a main character.The plot was dumb and the blue aliens with tails kind of freaked me out.The only thing that saved the film was the 3D.they did a great job with the special effects in that department and I am not the proud owner of the coolest 3D glasses that I’ve ever seen.They aren’t your typical blue and red 3D glasses.These glasses have plastic black geek frames and the lens is tinted with horizontal black stripes.Sadly, they do not block UV rays as they weren’t made for use outside of the movie theatre.
After the movie we went and got crepes.I got one with sugar, Izzie one with chocolate ice cream, and Cheryl got the crowning jewel: a crepe with chocolate, coconut, whipped topping, and vanilla ice cream.We found this really quiet little crepe shop to eat in that wasn’t very expensive.It was right next to a book store, so I took a quick peek to see if they had the Harry Potter books I need for my collection (they didn’t).We then went our separate ways and I read mylifeisaverage.com on the way home.For dinner I had ravioli and green beans.Afterwards I cleaned a little and translated some cookie recipes for Stephene.
15 janvier 2010 (Day 137) Well, today was fun. Instead of eating breakfast, and normal things like that I somehow started organizing my music genres and ended up doing so until around lunch/brunchtime. I had plain yogurt with frosted flakes. I forgot how much I love frosted flakes! There was a box on sale for a dollar when I went grocery shopping earlier this week, so I bought it. I did go on a run a little after brunch. I decided to go down by the school to run around the horse track. I did and went out another way and I ended up by the track by my apartment. I am still very confused. I did do a couple more laps on the track though and some drills. Hannah came over and I listened to her voicemail to be sure that she understood correctly. I then went to the frigid school to get wifi. I didn’t last too long this time either, even though I put on my thermals for the occasion. Happily I did open up lots of pages of my life is average so I could read them. If you are ever sad, you really should read a couple of pages of mylifeisaverage.com It is kind of nice not having the internet work, but I would love it if it worked some of the time, like when I need to look things up, such as schedules, or Facebook Hannah instead of use my texts. But it is good to use my time doing other things, like sorting my music, lol. After having some ravioli and green beans for dinner I went to get Hannah to go to institute. On the tram the bishop called, but she had me answer it, so I just said that I was Hannah and proceeded to set up her appointment with the bishop for tonight. We ran into the tram nazi’s. I left my wallet in my backpack so I didn’t have my card…duhn duhn duhn. They were very nice though, other than taking down ALL my personal info, asking for a piece of id (uh duh I don’t have one, I forgot my wallet), being really confused that I was born in America (she had asked where my last name was from and I said Sweden). She also wasn’t understanding “les Etats-Unis” in French and the other tram people were telling her “USA” in English. It was pretty hilarious. I asked her if she wanted anything else and she said yes, to come visit me in my home. She asked where it was and I answered Utah, in the northwest where they had the Winter Olympics in 2002. She was still lost and the guys were telling her Utah in an American accent. It was really funny, but it took forever. We were barely done when it was our stop. luckily since I have a pass it will only cost me 6 euros. Normally if you get caught without a ticket it is around 50 euros. We had to wait a couple of minutes for the bishop to come and open the gate, but we got in and had a nice time at institute. We girls weren’t paying much attention because Cheryl was writing me trying to convince me that Elder Smiley liked me. She gave up after a while and started making up nicknames for all the missionaries. We went over Alma chapters 1-7. I liked chapter 7 best. Cheryl gave us candy (me and one other boy) candy on the way home. Luckily there were no Tan Controllers to see that I didn’t have my pass, or money to buy a ticket. I saw Andrei and his friend at commerce and they rode the rest of the way with me. I had my first awkward bisous (the kissing on the cheek thing) with Andrei’s friend, we’ll call him Igor, because I forgot his name. Basically, Igor and I kept trying to go for the wrong cheek, so we were doing this puckered lip dance and almost had a lip collision. Luckily we didn’t, but it was still really funny. I wish that would happen more often. I was honestly laughing out loud because it was so awkwardly great. Andrei is doing really good and looking for an internship for the summer. He goes back to Romania the end of February, so he said that we should go skating before he leaves and that I should call him to do so. Well, he actually asked if I liked ice skating and then said that we should go and that I have his phone number so I can call him any time. …If he wants a kind of date, he can call me. He also did this in a Sean Connery voice (Andrei is trilingual), which was hilarious. I told him I’d go if he talked in that voice the whole time. I came back, had a snack, watched Stardust in French and caught up on journaling until midnight. Woot.
14 janvier 2010 (136) Today wasn’t too exciting. I went running in the rain this morning and then I went to the school for internet until my fingers froze. I came back to my room for lunch and then went to be Hannah’s translator at the CAF. The lady there was really nice and it didn’t take long at all for France. She even took all the papers and we didn’t have to go wait in line to speak with anyone else. I went to McDonald’s and used the internet there for about two hours, talking to Erik and my dad about flights. I went home and had a grilled cheese sandwich…who knew that gouda cheese made such great sandwiches. I also borrowed Stardust from Hannah and I watched that and wrote letters instead of looking at the class schedules that I downloaded when I was at MacDo’s.
Today I slept in quite a bit and then did some yoga this morning. The internet wasn’t working, so after lunch I went into town and did some shopping.Right now everywhere is having sales.I found a couple of shirts and a sweater, and lots of scarves for friends at C&A and H&M.The sales are pretty good.You can find things from 30-70% off.I went to McDonald’s for a little bit, and on my way out I went by a boulangerie that had mini galettes- 2 for 2E.Naturally I had to buy two because a small galette normally costs around 8 or 10 euros.I made some pesto pasta for dinner and then I went to the symphony with John and Hannah!John was a little late to meet up, because he had been shopping.It was raining and we met the Elders on the tram, completely soaked.Hannah talked with Elder Brooks while I talked with John.There were a lot of people in line for tickets tonight.Luckily we got seats…on the very top balcony.We accidently sat in the wrong seats, which was embarrassing, but entertaining.The seats that we were supposed to be in were better.First up was Mendelssohn’s Hebrides opus 26.It was nice, but nothing like Mozart’s Concerto for Piano No9.The lady playing the piano was quite large and had tiny fingers, but man was she quick.It was amazing to watch her.It was so beautiful.One of the ladies playing was even crying.The pianist got an encore so she played a piece on the piano without the orchestra.After Hannah and I got rather lost searching for the bathroom during the intermission, we got to hear Tchaikovski’s Serenade for String opus 48.It was nice as well, but I think Mozart was my favorite.I just love how the piano and orchestra mimic each other.The symphony wasn’t quite the same with Afton gone though.We walked to the tram (and walked some more because there was a lot of time before the next tram) in the intermittent rain.
