In the meantime, here was our no good very bad rainy day yesterday...
Let me set the stage for you...
It's pouring rain outside.
The temperature is almost freezing.
JJ's school is about a 25 minute walk from our house.
JJ cannot stay at school during lunch because he doesn't yet have the mysterious lunch card that we don't know how to get.
O.K., so there we are...It's pouring. We just walked 25 minutes to pick JJ up from school for lunch. We knew we couldn't stay at school during the 1 and 1/2 hour lunch break because we didn't have the "cantine" card yet, so we packed a lunch and planned on staking it out at a nearby bakery about a block from JJ's school. We bundled JJ up and I (Dave) carried him under one tiny child-size umbrella while he cried. Betsy walked beside us with a regular umbrella. She and I looked at each other and realized that no matter how big the umbrella; we were all getting soaked. As soon as we approached the bakery, we realized there was no seating inside. We stood out in the rain trying to figure out what to do, so I decided to send them inside while I ran down to the grocery store to see if there was any place to sit. About 3/4 of the way there, I realized it was probably too far for them to walk, and once I got there saw there was nowhere to sit.
By this time I was truly soaked. After meeting back up, we realized we had about another hour to kill, but had no idea where to go. The bakery (which turned out to be just that, a bread store) workers didn't seem to want us around, so we hit the road. Still pouring, we decided to go back to his school and plead with someone (in French) to consider breaking the rules, and letting us eat somewhere inside. The woman was nice enough to let us sit around a kids' table and eat our lunch. By this time Betsy and I are soaked to the bone, so our jackets are hanging from the heater to try and dry out as much as possible.
Just as we finished our last bite, a group of kids (the ones who did have the lunch cards) came in with some teachers. Everyone was staring at us. I thought the one aide gave me two distinctly dirty looks. We took this as our cue to leave. (We later found out from JJ's teacher that it was o.k. that one day to eat there, but we're not supposed to going forward.)
So, with 1/2 hour remaining until JJ could return, we put on our still soaked jackets and headed back out into the freezing rain. We racked our brains thinking of some place we could be inside. Then Betsy remembered there was a library close by, so we headed over there for some shelter. Closed! So, we gambled, and headed up a street we had never been on in hopes of finding some refuge. We stumbled upon a small cafe where we were able to ride out the rest of the time. This turned out to be good timing because just as our 1/2 hour was up, she too was closing for lunch. Yes, I said she was closing her bakery for lunch! I don't understand this country yet.
Anyways, we dropped him back off at school, and started our 25 minute walk back out in the rain to the University because we had the written portion of our French placement test at 2 p.m. (Side note: I don't know French yet. Needless to say, taking a test on something I don't know was embarrassing, frustrating, and a bit funny.) After the test, we had time to go home and change into some dry clothes before turning around about 1 hour later to make the trek back to pick JJ up. Fortunately, by the time I picked up JJ, it wasn't raining anymore.
So....we survived it. One of the longest, coldest, wettest days we've ever had.
Life is an adventure.