5/3/08

The Heitz

The Heitz






The first family I contacted to in Strasbourg is Marie’s. I can even remember the flowers’ fragrance in her garden. And the friendship between us likes a long river, running forever. She is a beautiful French girl, polite, kind, careful. She can remember I don’t like tomatoes and salad jam, she can also remember I like flowers. We wrote some words to each other and drew a lovely picture. Marie is the one who led me step into a normal French family’s daily life.

I like her mother very much. She is a very kind lady. She can speak English very well. And she is beautiful. She cooked a typical Strasbourg food for me, looked good and tasted good too. She prepared a bag of food for me to have a picnic. We talked something about the president and the friendship between France and China. In the morning mum would say: “a good sleep?” When I came back home, she would say: “a good day?” I love her.

Her father is a cool man, a joke. I like the way we greeted to each other. Even we can not understand each other directly, but we can understand each other’s expression. He is a doctor. He seemed like that breads which is as strong as stone. We I see papa use a knife chopped the stone bread, I was shaking. How lovely the father is.

Her brother is a doctor too (last year, he used the word ‘practice’. now he must be a really doctor.).I think their parents’ DNA is very good, because he is handsome too. He is very kind too, maybe he is good at tennis. We also talk something about my future and something about China. He is very gentleman; during dinner he can help you to pick the drinks. Thanks Marie’s brother, if I can see him again, I will ask his name, for now still ask him Marie’s brother (little long).

Her sister. Actually I have not seen her, because she was studied in other cities. I will visit Marie’s family, and I hope to see her next time.

Her cat is a really cute one. Actually I don’t like cats, because dogs full of my heart, but except this one. She sat beside me, a little warm and a little itch. This is the first time I tough a cat, which I really like.

Marie’s birthday is coming; I hope her wishes can come true, happy birthday, Marie.

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