That title, there, is a mathy play on words. See, I've got the quantity of Xen multiplied by two, which you can also say as Xen times two. And, see, it's part two of the Xen Times blog, so...get it?
Hmp. Anyway, we pick up where I left off.
Saturday Megan had to work again. I
suppose it is the reason we
came here, but I was coming to realize just how it much sucks not
speaking French. I've thought my French, while not good, wasn't
terrible. But what
little French I have gets scant practice. If Megan's with me, she
does the talking, so I pretty much just buy croissants in the
morning, beer at Villa Borghese, and brief interactions at the
grocery store (“No, I don't have a fidelity card,” “I'm using
American Express,” etc). And I can read signs sort of okay, but
usually I have her there to double check with.