This is part three of the crazy travelogue about the French exchange programme. Much of our day, especially in the beginning, seems to have revolved around food, if my diary is anything to go by.
On the 22nd of May, 2004, I’ve written about melon (not exactly a unique experience) and a tart (‘not sweet’) with spinach and goat cheese. That’s when I remember that we had not yet started being adventurous with meat. We were vegetarian then, clearly so.
On the 23rd of May, we have hot chocolate and McDonald’s as our highlights. (To be fair, we did not want to go to McDonald’s, but got pulled with the tide.)
For dinner, artichokes. I’ve told that story already.
The highlight of the 24th of May is hot chocolate in a bowl.
The problem with a foreign language is that after a while, you don’t feel like going on asking, “Sorry? I did not understand.” Sometimes, you just agree to something, hoping to deal with the consequences later.
Unfortunately, this meant, once, that we were given hot chocolate in a bowl. We had no clue what to do with it.
Daintily dip biscuits?
Put your face down and slurp?
Pick up the bowl and drink?
We did the first and the third, and when we did the third we hoped we would not be considered uncivilised boors.
It was only later that we discovered that a lot of people actually do drink chocolate out of a bowl following method three. The discovery still puzzles me sometimes.
24th of May also has pain au chocolat … Ah.
And then the Indian day with pedas and shankar pala which everyone found too sweet, and tea and banana chips that everyone enjoyed.
Food, food, food.
Different types of yogurt.
Alu-gobi for the Indian dinner.
Chou-fleur au gratin in the canteen.
I conclude day one in France not with food though, but with ‘No comments about having used toilet paper for the first time’.