The good thing about being a foreigner in a French family is that they do everything to give you the true French experience.
My family could not control the weather – it was cold and there was hail that spring – but they did make Easter special!
Traditionally, children are sent out into the garden with baskets to hunt for Easter eggs hidden for them.
Even though I was 24 (and not quite a child), my family wanted it to happen. But it was too cold. The garden was wet and not very clean.
So they did the modern commercial version of the event for me. They bought chocolate bunnies and hens, and packets of Easter eggs that we could find quickly without getting too wet and too cold. As soon as I woke up and went downstairs on Easter Sunday, they told me what I was supposed to do. Shivering with cold and excitement, I went out and happily collected my eggs and bunny. They had even marked my packets for me with Post Its, so that I did not take one that belonged to someone else!