Well that was awkward...

So this morning I was buying wine and the lady in front of me in line was talking bad about Americans who come in and buy bad wine, excited about how cheap it all is. I'm awkwardly standing behind her, buying cheap (and apparently bad) wine. Being American.

I get to the front of the line, determined to say as little as possible in the hopes that they won't notice and get awkward. I get the first word "Merci" out, and bam, instant, awkward silence

in the store.

"You're American?"

"Ouais..."

Aaaawkward.

But aside from the awkward bit, I traversed the market this morning entirely in French! It's so fabulous. All of the vendors kept shouting "Goutez! Goutez!" and handing me pieces of cheese and olives. One guy determinedly handed me olives, and after I said I wanted to buy some he continued to say "Goutez!" and handed me more. And so I kept trying some and telling

him I wanted to BUY them. I don't believe he understood, so I gave up and just bought my apples.

But here are the purchases I made:

That would be, from left to right, lavender honey (sooo good), some of that cheap, bad French wine that is now kir, a baguette, and a faaaabulous piece of Roquefort cheese.

Voila my lunch!

And, as demanded by my mother...

Here's my room. Isn't it seventies? On the bed is the most useful thing I've ever bought in my life - my basket-bag-thing. Not only handy for groceries, but also for taking laundry to the laundromat, hiding under, and being basically American-visiting-France. I'm in love with it and it's utter usefulness.