My arrival in Tours had some similarities to the one I experienced in Paris … I arrived and Ingrid was not there to pick me up. I called her and she asked me what time I arrived. I told her that I was already at the train station. She didn’t think that that was too funny. So after about 40 minutes, Ingrid and her friend came to get me. In the car, Ingrid asked me if I brought my bathing suit, I told her I left it in Kenya. Well, she has this routine and swimming at the pool is on her agenda. I told her that I won’t wear one of the French swim suits -- I think by now that image of Speedos is in your head. Come to find out, they do NOT allow swim trunks, but only the Speedo-ish type. You’ll hear more about this later.
The first night, Ingrid and her friends celebrated my birthday -- early. I got to enjoy the great French cuisine as well as some enjoyable company. Throughout my stay in Tours, we spent time with her friends. I got to see where Ingrid works as well.
So Saturday was my big swimming day. I was semi-forced to buy a small bathing suit and here I had to go out in public with it. Ingrid told her friends of my objections, so when we saw them in the pool, they had to make comments. It actually was not bad because all the other guys were wearing them, but for Americans, we just don’t choose to swim with one that small.
That’s about it in Tours, just some more time to spend with friends and to remember my college days.
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