They do love their bread.

Yesterday, a couple of girls and I were sitting on a bench eating bread and peaches. We noticed that the ants only went for the bread crumbs on the ground, never the pieces of peach that would drip from our mouthes. And that is when we concluded that those were, indeed, French ants. They love their bread. I have had some form of bread as my main entre for the past five meals. I've had a baguette for three of those meals. I am now on the intensive carbohydrate diet. Yeah, baby. But let me tell you. This bread is to die for.

We, also, passed by a farmer's market today. I bought raspberries for lunch from this very cute old woman. They must have been the juiciest, freshest raspberries I've ever tasted. Needless to say, I'm loving the food--and I haven't even had the fancy stuff yet.

After I broke off from the group, I wandered around the city on foot (of course). I bought a salad. Little victories. I asked for it with ease but then the merchant started giving me choices of what else I wanted on it. "Oui...oui...oui," I said again and again, not completely sure of what he was saying. It was later when I realized he was asking if I wanted this or that. And I just kept saying yes. Sigh...my cover was blown once again. It's always nice when I can successfully fool a French person into thinking I'm French.

And now I'm in a computer lab that is open for CSU students. There are two of them in town. So, right now, I have easy access to the internet. I don't know if this is the best condition for talking on my handy dandy headset because there are others around but I will eventually find a place to do so. These first two weeks are teaching me a lot on patience. I think we, as Americans, want to figure everything out right away whereas the French system of life is more laid back. You can't get ahead of the game. I have to take everything in stride.