Last night was a full night... Le Commerce hosted a tasting party of traditional French foods (mostly meats, so I didn't go). They served les escargots (snails), les cuisses de grenouille (frog legs, literally thigh of frog), le fromage de chèvre (goat cheese), and la tarte tatin (apple pie, the is cooked upside down so the sugars carmelize on top). As it turned out quite a few people actually liked snail and frog leg, so hooray for Carol!!! Now the question is; will they ever actually order them...
After the tasting everyone came back and stripped their beds... Why? Toga party thats why... I brought safety pins, and now I have no safety pins... Good thing I had them, cause some people would've been naked without them. I didn't go to the party (not big on debauchery), but it sounded like everyone had fun... And there are some pictures to prove it... I was amazed at how creative some people got with their togas, and I think Jordan had the most toga-ish toga in the bunch, so props to her. Suprisingly, after such a faire le féte (party) everybody made it class without being too late (only a couple of minutes at the most).
So, we Americans are getting into the French culture, and showing off our crazy American antics... I wonder what such a small town thinks of us? Do they measure all Americans by our actions? Are we setting a good example, and being good ambassadors? Or, am I just spending too much time thinkin' and not enough time drinkin'?
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