Alunir

"Alunir" is officially my all-time favorite French word. It's a verb, the last 2nd class verb in the French language, which means, literally "to land on the moon." How sweet is that?! I wish there was a verb like that in English.

This weekend we went to Mt. Saint Michel and Saint-Malo....but I'm not going to talk about that until I get my pictures uploaded, so I can show you. Instead I will just tell you about what I've been thinking about lately.

First of all, living here is, on the surface, not very different than living in the United States. You have your supermarkets, your cars, your restaurants...it's all decently developed here. But there are little tiny differences that make France seem like such a different place, which it totally is. For example, my host family doesn't keep their milk in the fridge. Apparently this is totally normal here...and very, very strange for me. I could so go for a glass of cold milk right about now.

And another thing! I know this is more of a global thing that somehow we Americans just didn't buy into, but everyone eats whole pieces of fruit with forks and knives! Not like, in one bite, but let me just say, if you've never cut up a peach with a knife and a fork before, it's not as easy as it sounds.

And something else...I haven't quite figured this one out. Apparently it's very rude to A) blow your nose and B) sniffle when you have a cold. My professor said that French people don't sniffle, at all, ever. So then, how does one go about having a cold!? I mean, the only thing I can think of is just sitting there with a tissue under your nose and letting everything just sort of drip at its leisure (gross, I know). I guess I'll figure that out when I get sick.

I'm sure there are about 5000 other things I want to talk about, but I'll get to them later. It's almost class time again.