My cousin, Adele, has a djembe drum.
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Apparently that’s all she wanted for Christmas. So now she takes weekly lessons.On Saturday, she had her first ever performance in the next town over. As a supportive family member, I traipsed over to the town with the rest of my family.
The djembe is a fun instrument to listen to. It’s even better when random people start dancing. The show was held in a former church, with old solid stone walls. On one side of the church was a boy in a bright blue shirt jamming out, complete with random howls. On the other side was an older man in an orange wife-beater. He was really feeling the music. His tan and veiny arms were waving in the air and, at one point, he was jumping.
Another fun thing about watching Adele’s show was seeing yet another gorgeous Frenchman. This one had short buzzed blonde hair, blue eyes, and huge dimples. He was also tall and ripped. When it was his turn to have a solo, he rocked out but he was adorably shy beforehand. He waited to get the feel for the music and then let it go. So amazing. And, because this name seems destined to follow me forever, his name was Charles.
Sunday was a pretty calm day. My aunt, uncle, baby cousin Amelie, and I went for a drive around the French countryside. It’s incredible. It’s probably extremely American of me but I can’t help marveling at how old houses are. I mean, the last house I lived in was considered “old” because it was built in the 1980′s. There are houses here that were built in the 1580′s. Imagine living in a house that old. It’d be fantastic.
