tonight was our last host family dinner and it was too great of a story to pass up.
and it definitely deserved it's own post. honestly, i was dying.
eight o'clock rolls around, kelly and i descended down the stairs to our host family's apartment for the last time (for dinner at least). we're greeted with the usual "bonsoir" and we mosied on in and took a seat on the uncomfortably unfluffy couch. gaidic asked us about our art history final (which i feel reaaaaaaaaally good about, despite my poor study skills) and then she said something about having a drink before dinner.
i was totally confused.
is she making us have tea? is she offering us alcohol? i didn't know what to expect.
she left the room and shortly returned with a 2 liter bottle of 7up.
now i'm thinking: so this is how the beauville's celebrate.
she poured us drinks, and then mathilde, solene, and henri grabbed cups of 7up and joined us.
and then it got better.
nico (the oldest son, who is a few months younger than kelly and i) walks into the room, headphones on and dressed in a coat to go outside. he looks at me and kelly and says "au revoir!" and leaves.
[in the 3 months i've lived here, i never found nico attractive...however, that coat was really working some magic and from far away...like down the hallway faraway...he looked slightly attractive. buuuuut he's a rugby player, so naturally he has a nice body.]
ANYWHO. nico leaves and our host mom says in french "well, that was probably the last time you'll see him." and kelly and i just awkwardly laughed and nodded our head like we knew what was going on.
SO AWKWARD.
and it still gets better. henri stood up and walked over to the table and picked up a two bowls. one with olives and the other with what looked like cheesy puffs. he offered some to me and kelly, and then proceeded around the circle, offering snacks to his mom and sisters.
then he set the snacks back on the table and sat down.
what kills me is that he proceeded to accomplish this same process at least six more times/until the snack were gone.
guys, french cheesy puffs/cheetos are so much better than american.
finally the timer on something goes off and gaidic exclaims "A TABLE!"
she then goes off about "la raclette" and i'm super confused.
that is until i see the table. there is some sort of heating device thing on the table and she calls it "la raclette".
basically you put raclette (a cheese from the mountains) on a tiny pan and you melt it. and then you scrap the cheese off onto meat and potatoes.
IT WAS SO GOOOOOOOOD.
but yeah, there's my last host fam din for ya.
such a good time.
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