English Accent

As I said before it’s been unexpectedly lovely here in Fresno. The weather I don’t find too terrible, although when the day comes to it’s hottest peaks swimming is very enjoyable. I have a habit of swimming underwater quite often, and when I must come up for air I tend to startle everyone by popping up in random spots. It’s rather fun.

I’ve adopted a very persistent English accent for as long as I’ve been here as of Sunday morning, despite requests to change my accent either back to normal or to French. I simply can’t keep the French up, though I do it very well, and my regular accent bores me. Of course a very slight change in personality comes with the English accent, and Lizzie and Louis insist that it is much like (captain) Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean, and though no one believes me it was completely unintentional. I believe Louis gathers this from my composure, and Lizzie simply says that the slight decrease in simple sanity and the unexpected chivalrous behaviour introducing myself to the young ladies we have met during this trip are also reminiscent of (captain) Jack Sparrow. I vaguely disagree.

In conclusion, I am a walrus (so says Adam)…Anyhow, I am leaving tomorrow with Adam to the Oakland Airport to depart for SYNOD. My grandparents picture an exalted image of me shaking Senator Obama’s hand while I am there. I’m sure it would be a wonderful memory to hold onto. I hope everyone’s doing great. Much love and many thanks!

Cheers,

Kerrigan