As my title suggests, the mosquitos have finally found me. I thought my body had outgrown them, maybe started giving off a horrible odour to try to prevent the battering my body takes almost every summer abroad, but it wasn't to be. It's only one as well; he comes out as soon as I turn off my light at night and I've only seen him once. However, as a result, I now have about 10 bites on my arms, thankfully none as ginormous as the infamous Italy holiday of 2007, but still, I look a bit leper-ish.

In order to continue our efforts to get fit/ get rid of our wobbling thighs LA and I went for another marathon round the park. It's always a bit depressing that EVERYONE overtakes us, and I mean everyone. Women, men, old, young, it doesn't matter. French = fit. It's not so bad as the majority are young men, but there is the occasional 60 year old man in nothing but small running shorts and a mahogany tan.

In other news AN and I did our presentation today on the typical cuisine of England and Poland. Did you know there are over 300 different soups in Poland? And they all look gross. We only prepared it last night and I've just realised, that was the first presentation I've ever done in French. I think it went alright, the teacher seemed to enjoy it and who doesn't enjoy looking at a picture of black pudding?