This post is dedicated to the crazy lady who lives across the hall.

Here is a quick update. I'm going to try to get in one last update before I leave (in a week). I just want to tell everyone about the crazy lady. Across the hall from my apartment, there is a crazy lady. She has developed a curious talent. Whenever I am home alone and eating, she always manages to interrupt me. No matter what time I eat, she always does it. Sometimes I get away with it, but then she immediately catches me the next day. I don't know how she does it.

But the reason she is crazy, she's crazy. Every time she comes over she immediately asks where my host mom is, even though every time I tell crazy lady that my host mom is at work. It's important to know that crazy lady speaks really quiet and really fast. She also has weird shakes. The entire time she's talking to me she shakes and does weird head wobbles. At first I though it was because she's old, but it is actually because she's crazy. No matter how many times I ask her to speak slower French or tell her my French is terrible (even though my French is usually decent at this point) she will just look quizzically at me and then carry on.

The few times I can understand her, I realize how paranoid she is. She constantly holds out her left arm, showing me an imaginary bruise, and telling me another person hit her there. (I found out today she once even told my host mom I knocked into her arm on purpose once. But my host mom is the one who told me how truly crazy she is.) She also constantly insists on talking to the people who hit her, even though they aren't there.

This woman is truly crazy. And for the past month and a half, she has managed to interrupt my eating at least 3 times a week. And I am simply too nice to walk away and close the door in her face. Also, my host mom found it hilarious when the crazy lady told her how I never help her find the people who hit her arm. Then host mom explained to me that the woman is crazy and not to worry about it.

So, to the the crazy lady!