Yesterday my Arabic class was canceled, so I decided to explore the city some. I wanted to find the Institut Français to find out about French conversation courses and cultural activities. Instead I found the Insituto Cervantes, basically the Spanish version. I talked with the receptionist and got some information, then made my way to the French school.

After hiking all over town and climbing a really tall mountain, I gave in and took a taxi...and it was just around the corner. Of course the guy drove the long way around so he could charge me more, but my Arabic still isn't good enough to protest. So I paid him and then headed to the Institut Français where I spoke to the guy about their activities. There was no one there but him since it was so late, but I might try to go back another way.

Afterwards I grabbed a falafel quesadilla (it's like a theme in my life lately- Mexican Arab food) and then headed to a service at a local Alliance congregation. The music was great, but I couldn't understand much of anything since it was all in Arabic. There were a few folks in front of my speaking Portuguese, but I didn't get a chance to chat with them. I was hoping to so I could claim that I spoke 5 languages in one day! Maybe next time. It was one of those days, though, that a language nerd like myself loves.