So the past two weeks have been a blur. Time goes by even quicker across the pond. So far I've perfected the sullen, slightly angry looking, no smiling - ever - face that the french where oh so often. Especially on the metro. Eye contact is forbidden unless you want to flirt. And if by accident you do make eye contact, a sharp turn of the head in the opposite direction, nose in the air, is the quickest solution. Most of you know I'm a picky eater. Well my host family is convinced that french food tastes better than american food and I just haven't had any good food in twenty years so I should eat everything that I think is gross and I'll have an epiphany that is truly amazing food. For example, "no thank you I don't like raw tomatoes" "oooh but our tomatoes taste different than american tomatoes. they are better! try them!" yeah they taste exactly the same. And the french are super proud that they don't pasteurize anything. I, on the other hand, have come to greatly appreciate what pasteurization has to offer. The rugby world cup is here in france which is pretty cool. People come from all over europe to go to the games. Last night france played ireland (sadly ireland lost 26 to 3) but the streets and metro were filled with irish fans sporting their teams jersey. I like hearing english. It makes me feel like i'm not alone haha.