Courtesy of a family friend who works at ESPN, I had the fortune to get tickets to the French Open once again today, and spent a lovely afternoon/evening at Roland Garros. Most of the big stars played yesterday, so there weren't many big names to see, but I still got to watch some amazing tennis. I started on Court Suzanne Lenglen watching Carlos Moya beat Jonas Bjorkman. I then hit up some of the outer courts to watch some of the juniors play. There is a very noticable difference in the level of play, more than I would have imagined, and certainly a difference in the maturity level, since these players are on average 16 years old. They're fun to watch nonetheless and I kept returning to watch the outer courts. I also caught some mixed doubles action, and watched the Bryan brothers win. The Bryan Brothers were really fun to watch, both because I enjoyed sitting in a stadium of French people trying to pronounce their name, and because they are charismatic and cute together. When they do something really well they jump up and bump chests, and have lots of cute trademark moves. I finished up the day watching Nadal beat Hewitt on the big screen and another men's singles match. There weren't any women's singles today unfortunately, but I saw a couple familiar players in doubles matches.
On the French family home front, Mme. Beguin has been making jewelry like crazy and Laure finished her semester just in time for her school to add an additional class during June. She's been working super-hard on her final projects, so she's happy to be done with those, and was super-chatty with me at dinner tonight. Mme. Beguin wanted to make vegetable lasagna, but didn't have any lasagna, and found a kit to make Mexican food (probably 5 years old) in the closet and proceeded to make that. It tasted like something that came from a box, but it was a good effort and I was excited for Mexican. She even made it with chicken instead of beef so I could eat it. We ate dinner on the terrace and it was a very, quiet pleasant meal. I learned from both Mme. Beguin and Laure that the chameleon is dying (quelle tragedie). I should have guessed this last night when I got home and the crickets it usually eats were chirping louder than a field in Simsbury.
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