I really couldn't picture having a better host family. They are a couple of the most amusing people I have ever seen in real life. my host Dad talks about an inch from your face when he is excited about something and is actually half Italian half French. My host Mom squaks from the phone at all hours of the day. She talks so loud I always think something is seriously wrong and then see she's just discussing the day. The are animated to say the least.
Luckily the food is always good. It's all pretty French too like lamb, baguettes, soups, cheeses, etc. The other night they tried to serve me some silvery fish creature for an appetizer and I sort of pushed it away. My host Dad laughed and put up one finger, "Dernier fois!" (Last time!) When he asks if I am going out at night he just acts it out. He just points to me and then acts like he's suavely combing his hair and putting cologne on.
Just two days ago a new housemate moved in from Japan for me to babysit..er hang out with. I feel bad because the guy doesn't speak much English OR French at all and that's being polite about it. We have very caveman-esque conversations and I always see him wandering the lonely streets lost. The conversations can be such a headache I saw him walking around campus and I put a newspaper in front of my face. We have a three hour trip to Mt. St Michel this weekend and he wants to sit by me. I'm thinking of just buying a costume and mask and sitting in the back of the bus so he doesn't spot me.
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adam, you're my hero. i'm jealous in the way that I wish I was in France, but not in the way that I'm incredibly, incredibly glad for your excellent adventure! I hope you're eating lots of croque monsieurs. That's one of the only things I remember from french class. And that the mint/ water/ coke is disgusting. anyway, Eric sent me the link to your blog, so if you randomly receive my commentary, it's because I will be living vicariously through your descriptions!
much love,
Laurnooch Minckler
Ah, bon jour, cher Adam!
Oh, my French is so poor now, but I used to think and even dream in French in my high school/college days! I bailed out of my French major after trying to struggle through Moliere, Racine, et al. - like trying to read Chaucer in French - and decided to teach French in grade school. That never happened, but explains my elementary education degree from my original French major.
I am so glad that you are able to have this experience. I know you will never forget it! Sorry you are challenged by the Japanese student - how odd that he knows neither French nor English and is trying to "study" abroad. Hmmm...must be a reason!
Il fait tres froid au jour'dhui. (Don't have the proper accent keys on my keyboard, do I?) - was minus 1 wind chill this morning with sleet, freezing raind and snow closing many schools. Fun City!
Take care and I'll be checking your blog from time to time so keep it clean! Love, Aunt Susie
Adam,
I am so glad you started your blog so promptly! I am also so happy to hear how fun and wonderful your family is. Most importantly, it's so great that your French adventure has tested your ability to break through your comfort zone!! I cannot wait for more "dad" and "mom" stories, and to hear how well you're adapting to the culture. Have so much fun!!!
Cheers from the Americas!
Cameron
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