Mes première 24 heures

   Goodness it is so hard to keep this blog up with things happening every single day! Before I left I would sit around thinking of things that I could possibly relate to AFS, and write about. I had too little to say but too much time. Well now that I’m here it’s, as I expected, the opposite. I have SO much to say, and I’m finding that I have no time to say it!!! Not that my family is keeping me too busy, it’s just I want to spend my free time with them, not on my computer! So anyway, there’s my delima.


   Sunday night was my first night with my family and in their home. It was then that it hit me: this is it. 
I’m going to be here, with these people, in this town, speaking this language for ten months. 
You see, in Paris it hadn’t yet him home, I could have been staying in the hostel for vacation, but here. Here is real.


   When we got to their house they gave me a tour, which took a good 30 minutes because this house is huge. I was already completely in love with the amazing panoramic views of vineyards from each window, so when I saw my room…there is really no way to describe my feelings. One wall features floor to ceiling closets and the window has beautiful white see-through curtains and shutters on the outside. HOW CUTE.


   We went outside to open presents, their “jardin” is amazing, an outside kitchen and bathroom next to the pool and a breathtaking view…okay I’m done bragging.
They were all happy with their gifts…as if they would show it otherwise, but still. Job well done.
   They got me a fluffy pink bathrobe, since the one item itself would have taken up my entire suitcase. And an adorable umbrella that is small enough to go in my backpack for rainy days and the walk to school. Perfect gifts!


   For dinner my host dad, who I’ve been told countless times is a great cook, made Duck. Now this may not seem like a huge deal to anyone except my family (who knows that I would never ever ever eat duck) but well, it is. As I helped myself to a second serving of la canard, they asked me what I normally eat for dinner and embarrassingly all that came to mind was grilled cheese.


   For breakfast my host mom and I went out to a Boulangere and got a real French croissant and a baguette. It was my first time seeing the town and it is unbelievably cute. I’ll try to take pictures one day, but am trying to avoid looking like a total tourist.


   At Lunch I ate my first ever steak. I was really a picky eater at home but I’m trying everything here, and finding that there was really no reason to deny it for the past 15 years.


   I went to meet the vice principal of my school after lunch. The school is so beautiful (you’re probably sick of hearing that, but really, it is.) There are bullet holes in the wall from a nazi line that took place in that very courtyard. Once again, I’ll try to get pictures of that! The vice principle was clearly not interested in AFS, told me I should be in premiere instead of terminale, and looked very doubtful of any chance at passing le bac. Screw him.