Happy fathers day!! It is the same holiday here in France.
Today was awesome per usual. How can it go wrong when it starts with a pain au chocolat and a kiwi?
I watched the babe for an hour. There was no crying!!!!!!! Big accomplishment.
I then took a nice long nap. It was very difficult as I didn’t know if I should sleep in the sun or the shade. (Don’t fret, I did some of each!) I listened to Simon and garfunkel as I slept. I am very anti garfunkel for some reason.
We all went and played putt putt near the river. I believe that the French are terrible at mini golf as par averaged around five strokes per hole.
Dinner was fantastic! We ate along the river. I had a salad chèvre chaud, which means warm goat cheese on lettuce with honey. It was good. My French uncle of sorts, Guy, ordered a steak “bleu” which essentially means “raw.” I had a bite. It didn’t taste that bad, just squishy. However, I could not get over the fact that it was only warm on the outside and the possibility of food born pathogens. And the blood. THE BLOOD.
Tonight I brave the mosquitos to hang out with some American girls my age. I met them when shopping with my aunt and mother. They are from Arizona- super nice! One of them even knows where Kearney is!
We met up with their friends from Austria. They are super nice, super cute and super European. What nice girls. I like to believe I impressed them with my knowledge of the German word for vacuum cleaner.
I hope I get to hang out with them soon, maybe tomorrow night!