It's still very icy and cold here in the Fonty forests. The township I live in is as innocently charming as ever, as you can see by the photo I've included today. This past week was a Culture Week, which means that one of the many ethnicities on campus organizes and hosts a set of themed events. Since this week's was Latin week, everyone from South and Central America participated in organizing events such as a Cuban musical group playing mostly Buena Vista Social Club hits to accompany a Cuban dinner, a Caiperinha night, and a Mariachi band to kick off the week. . .
The Indians are also pretty good about hosting Culture Weeks almost every year. One thing I haven't heard talked about is Anglo-Saxon week. The professors certainly refer to this group frequently enough when talking about financial norms, and it's a common phrase in French parlance to refer to those barbarians across the channel. So I began asking people what they would like to see in an Anglo-Saxon party, but unfortunately whatever springs to their mind just doesn't capture their imagination in the same way that a crowded room full of brightly-colored clothing clad folks dancing meringue with sloshing glasses of Herra Dura in hand does.
Life is *just starting* to settle into a rhythm around here. . . thank God . . . I have a Prices and Markets (Microeconomics) exam in the morning, time for me to get some sleep.
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