So after the long, sweaty day in Paris, I successfully took the metro and train back home to Sevres. Walking through the adorable little countryside is basically like walking through a film set: positively perfect.
I get home and meet the rest of my host family's family including some brothers and a sister and lot's of little cousins. Apparently, since life has been too busy, they have all come for the weekend to celebrate 6 different anniversaire or birthdays. The daughter, Julie, turned 13 on Saturday, then we celebrated Delphine and Fred's, their cousin Lis, Alex the son, and someone else's...I forget the names. Not only is it hard to remember their names, I can hardly understand them through the thick, French accents. I have managed to find a few English equivalents but sometimes it's a hopeless cause.
After trying out their new trampoline and playing with the kids, (and standing awkwardly amongst their French conversations), the parents managed to put all the kids to bed in various parts of the house sharing the space they could. There are a total of like 8 kids or something. Maybe more, I can't keep track! So that was around 9pm and the adults still had not eaten dinner. It wasn't until about 10 that we all sat down together outside and ate the grilled swordfish, salmon, salad, baguette of course, and some vegetables. A bomb.com dinner!
**For the first time ever, I was offered champagne and wine. Fancy pants over here! But that was an easy rejection because I have already made up my mind on that matter. I couldn't help think of the movie The Fault in our Stars though. They described it as "drinking the stars". Sounds so cool but I'll just imagine sparkling cider and Schweppes/Pellegrino can do the same thing :)
After eating dinner, the French eat from a cheese platter and more delicious baguette and then eat dessert. They eat dessert after lunch too! While it is basically just a yogurt or fruit, sometimes they eat flan or chocolate pudding or something. I am digging this french way of life. Wake up late, walk everywhere, greet with bisous (although I have not yet), eat meals really late, stay up all weekend, take long holidays, and gouge on desserts and bread and cheese. Heaven!
From soft cheeses with fruit to real cheddar to some really good swiss to some other soft cheese, I was thinking, "forget dessert, I could eat off this platter all night!"
So ya. That is my dreamy day. Food and Paris' beauty just makes my heart swell.
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