Friday, November 6, 2015

Joyeux Halloween!

Halloween is a very American holiday. In fact, most Europeans do not even consider this much of a holiday. Boy, are they wrong. Thankfully, my host family being the very Americanized French people they are, was all on board for a big Halloween party. (I think it is just a good excuse for the parents to party).

I decided while in London that I would be Hermione Granger from the Harry Potter series. I mean, I'm halfway through reading all of the books right now and the Griffyndor sweater was something I couldn't resist. Plus, it's super simple. A white, collared shirt, tie, sweater, and golden skirt later, I was Hermione.

I straightened my hair and when I walked down the stairs, my 5 year old had a shocked look on his face. "I didn't know that was you!" Yet another testament that I refuse to spend any decent amount of time on doing my hair....

Julie dressed up as a goth girl (really pulled off the dark look!), Malo was a knight, and Alex was a pirate. Delphine and I took a gang of children around the neighborhood and stopped by the houses who welcomed trick-or-treaters.

We threw a little after-party at our house and invited the kids over. I was expecting more kids to show up but nope. There were adults filing through the door, bottles of wine and beer in each hand and the smell of booze already on them! Little did I know, the snacks we laid out were more for the adults to eat in between drinks than for the kids! I was in charge of decorating the Halloween cookies while the kids marched off to do homework. Ha. :)

About an hour into the "hangout" party, the kids were all upstairs playing and the adults decided to move the party out into the street. I was impressed; these adults know how to have a good time! Music blasting, firepit in the middle of the road, drinks all around. There had to have been 40 people out there dancing. At one point, Delphine came inside and said, "I'm teaching them how to roast marshmallows! We eat them plain in France."

Well, my Halloweens will forever be lame compared to the French's.















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