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<Liz> This morning I somehow made it to the Office of International Immigrations. I've done the routine before: show up, pee in a cup, get a chest xray and all while being herded around like some livestock animal. This time though I must admit, I was a little unsure of everything and got my fair share of surprises. For one I was unintentionally a couple minutes late. I started praying on the metro and decided not to worry about it and let God do the worrying: no problems. I found out how much I weigh in "french" and how tall I am in "french", neither of which I am sure I can remember correctly now... let's see, I think he said 1 meter 68 cm... and the weight, well it was somewhere between the 50 and the 60. It was actually frustrating cuz I didn't know whether to cringe at how heavy I was, or to jump for joy that it wasn't too much. And of course I had my first lesson in going topless so that I will be well prepared for my next visit to the beach. For my bravery, I treated myself to an early lunch in a cafe in Paris where I basked in the sun like so many Parisiens in these warms days. </Liz> <!--11:29 AM-->
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