Le Pizza!

My first day of classes with all the other international students. They seem really nice, except they all know English (for the most part) so it is very easy to slip into English, when I should be studying French. Anyway, classes were fine, if not a little dull because it was just an orientation, I can't believe they are going to let this drag on for an entire week. For lunch they gathered a majority of the international students together and we got pizza for lunch in the cafeteria. It was probably the weirdest pizza I have ever seen. Salmon, potatoes and dill. I had to question the French on that choice. But I had pizza "plus American", with tomatoes, chicken and other veggies. I know I'm a wimp, but fish on a pizza? Anyway, my afternoon classes, the professor tried to assume stereotypes about Americans, which almost offended me. Contesting that American's all walk like John Wayne, or the accent was rather silly. The guy was an Ex-Pat, so he had nothing good to say about America. After listening to 3 hours of ramble, we were allowed to go, after receiving our stipend for lunch! Yay for not having to pay for awesome food. Dinner was a simple stuffed tomatoes and rice, but was very good. A rhubarb crisp to finish off the meal. It's very strange that rhubarb is is season now in France, but in season in the spring in America. The blackberries are later here too. I can go from gathering blackberries up-north straight to France. Yay more jam! Moving on, exciting news, my host mother offered to set me up with this woman who has french cooking classes for international students. I was worried at first that I would be out of place because I don't know the names for any type of food practically, but she assured me that no one else would either and that it would be a good experience to meet new people, besides at the school. I then asked here when and where? She laughed at my eagerness.
Until next time,
Peace, Love and "Pas de Pizza!" (no more pizza)