Le Petit Chalet

So I did not want to wake up this morning, but I figured if I didn't I wouldn't get use to the time change. So we had more sweet crepes this morning. They have this wonderful contraption, it's an electric griddle, but the tops are interchangeable, there's one that looks like a George Forman, one flat one and one with 6 cut outs in perfect circles, so that the crepes come out in perfect tiny circles. I want this contraption! Anyway, then we quickly packed up for a picnic in the countryside. After an hour of driving around mountains and through these windy back roads, we arrived in this small village, maybe population 20? maximum? Their country home is located there, it's a very small, 2 room home that my host father has built entirely himself. We had a Bar-Bee-Q there of pork spiced sausages, this odd looking thick bacon and some couscous salad. First we started of with melon, and I can say, the melon in Europe is so much better than in the United States. Even while I was in Italy a few summers ago, so much better! Anyway, the sausages were good, I don't think my family knows how to cook very well, because there were flair-ups all the time. Oh well, still yummy. I didn't try the bacon because I was quite full after the wonderful couscous and cucumber salad. Then for dessert, cheese, it was a soft cheese, but very tangy, I think goats milk, as well as grapes.
Then after relaxing and talking with the rest of my host family, my host mother and I took a long walk around this wooded area, she wanted to ogle this new (huge) home that was being built, I wanted to see the chain of volcanoes. It was beautiful, and you could see all these small villages that have probably been there for hundreds of years. So different than the US.
So we returned, and I was almost asleep in the car. And when we got home, my host sister asked to go play tennis with my host father, after I had gotten "le wifi"! So now I don't have to go to parks late at night and be bothered by french teenagers.
Peace, Love and Food.