Take and eat first....

Well, the time has come to talk of other things....

Mainly: food.

This is my mantra now: Take and eat first,..... well, you know the rest. Last night I had the most unfortunate encounter with les moules - still in shell. Of course, I took a healthy helping, not wanting to offend anyone. My host mom asked me if I liked les fruits de la mer and I commented I had never been a fan of seafood. On top of the rubbery texture, salty/fishy taste, and the fact that they looked yucky - I still had this image in my head where they were still alive somehow although I had seen my mother boil them into oblivion. The face I was making as I tried to pry one out of it's shell must have been priceless, because I had the whole table laughing. I tasted it, gave it a chew, and slowly worked it down my throat. My mom assumed I didn't like it, and asked to reassure her assumption. She was dead on. I said I was incredibly sorry and felt guilty as she told me just to put my plateful of crap mussels back into the pot. She gave me, instead, a package of sliced meat that (I deduced from the smell and taste) was also some sort of seafood. I later found out after I ate it that it was indeed seafood. Crab. My mother is becoming a grandmaster at hiding potentially repulsive facts until after I have consumed it. Kudos.

Today marks Day 2 of the stage. I was sufficiently worn out yesterday and had to complete homework on top of that. I thought the French barely ever had homework. I've been deceived.

I am currently chatting with my boyfriend and good friend on skype. They happen to be sitting in the same room, so it is slightly weird because I am talking to one via video chat, but sometimes I ask questions via the video chat to the one I am only type chatting with. If that makes any sense whatsoever.