September 9th

Finally I had a day to sleep in, sadly I only slept in until ten thirty. I spent the morning primarily doing extra laundry in my sink as well as dishes, though not at the same time. Later on we went to the beach along the English Channel. This supposed "beach" was not something to which I was accustomed. There were two things essentially odd; there was no sand, only bulky rocks, and all the men were in speedos. Trunks are something that all cultures should embrace, because they save a lot of disturbing images from ever happening. Strangely enough my friends, Kate and Paula, and I did not bring swimsuits. We figured that the group would more so lounge about the beach rather than swim. Nope. Instead we followed the example of a fellow international student and decided that underwear is close enough to bathing suits, thus we went in with just our knickers and bras on. That isn't something I ever want to repeat, but I would be lying if I said it wasn't fun. The Channel was nice and cold, similar to how the St. Lawrence river normally is, and filled with salt! I'm not used to swimming in salt water and I found it very buoyant. However, the water was rather murky and the rocky bottom was also uncomfortable. I did enjoy myself, but I don't think that I will swim in the Channel, or La Manche, all too often. Though, if I do I will make sure to bring my bathing suit!