More country than Texas.

So, I just got home (at 11:30pm) from having a drink in a bar (for the first time in Grenoble!), and what do I arrive to? My host mom decked out in country clothes - I'm talking, blue jeans, a plaid shirt, brown vest with frays, a cowboy hat and boots - telling me she's hosting her American Night. She had over 3 other of her French friends, all in cowboy hats and boots, and one guy had a Las Vegas shirt on. They were eating pecans, beef jerky and hamburgers and who knows what else. They made blueberry muffins for dessert. And they drinking coke and whiskey! They had a CD with like 25 random legit country songs. My host mom had up her digital photo album with all her photos from the States playing on it. I should've seen it coming, when there was the front page of the New York Times plastered to the front door.

Wow.

Anyhoo, other than that craziness, it was really nice, because it was the first time I got to talk to my host family by myself (Jennifer stayed at the bar, because she doesn't have class tomorrow). It was so nice talking to them! And I understand them better than ever, and my host dad told me I need to come down and talk to them like that everyday, which is exciting, because before they left us alone a lot, and I wasn't sure if I should just down and chat.

So, yay! (ps 2 posts in 2 days! Do I get brownie points?)

A bientot!