I actually didn't mean for the subject of this post to rhyme. But it truly feels like I am home sweet home, at least for a bit. Three and a half years ago, I lived with this amazing family in Avignon for 5 weeks while I took a French class at the American Institute here. I specifically requested a family with no kids, or with kids who no longer lived at the house because I just wanted to be able to sit around and talk with my host parents. And talk we did. They live about 40 minutes by foot from the center of the town, so rather than going out to party each night with the rest of my classmates, I was perfectly content to stay home and talk to Aline and Momo -- we watched police movies and ate amazing food (Aline and my gramma are my two biggest inspirations in the kitchen and I still make the salad dressing that Aline taught me to make). We drank until we couldn't drink anymore. We talked (or debated, once Momo got involved) about the gender of nouns, abortion and the death penalty in the States, starting families, and love. Aline told me that I needed to start doing abs if I was ever going to find my Prince Charming. And look how right she was! This woman knows everything.
Donnie and I are wrapping up our trip with a two night stay with Aline and Momo. Just yesterday in Lyon, we were saying how much we really wanted to just go back to Rouen and be home -- the trip was a little too long for what we were ready for. But instead, we went to Avignon which has been more like home than I could have imagined or hoped for. We were welcomed with open arms and immediately, we reconnected. When Donnie went to the bathroom, they both looked at me with their stamp of approval. I am so happy.
We're doing a little bit of sight seeing here and there, but nothing extravagant. These two days are about indulging in Aline and Momo's company, eating good food, and talking to Donnie in French to see if he understands anything (which he does, sometimes!). Probably there won't be much more to report about our visit, but I couldn't be any more content. La vie est vachement belle.
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Oh hooray <3
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely end to the trip! You guys will be home soon :)
Kinzie, you write like a dream, so lovely and like good dream, I never want your blog entries to end...I love you to the moon and back again! Bisous to Aileen and Momo and tell her thanks for looking for me!!! :)
ReplyDeleteI'm starting to feel like Avignon's home as well, but I am still living here... nice to hear you had a good time, and it's definitely true that spending time abroad has done wonders for my cooking skills- I've learned how to make salad dressings and schnitzels, soups and cakes, and all manner of things from my colocs and friends. Starting to see that a year abroad isn't just time spent in a different place, it's really an exchange of culture and music and fashion and games and songs and language and recipes... and I could go on. Glad to see you're keeping up well with your blog, certainly better than me, and next time you pass by Avignon you can let me know if you'd like to meet up for coffee!
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