Catching the french bug
Back in February I made a post about becoming a bit more french. This did not last long. Shortly after the post I returned to California and easily slipped back into my American slippers and carried on munching on jelly sandwiches and donuts.
This time things have become serious.
I`ve been in Paris now since 2nd October and aside from my 2 week stint in the UK at the end of October and start of November I`ll be here pretty much uninterrupted until the end of the year.
And boy is it beginning to show.
2 days ago I was doing my weekly shop in Monoprix and found that when I got to the checkout that I`d already eaten a full size French loaf while walking around the shop. I had to give over the empty paper bag to the checkout girl so she could charge me. I`d eaten THE WHOLE THING while waking about picking up other items.
It turns out this is VERY French.
Not only that but yesterday I took a full 15 minutes choosing a bottle of wine at the newsagents, reading all the labels. I audibly scoffed when I accidentally wondered into the token Australian wine section and picked up a Shiraz by mistake.
On average I`m getting through 3 blocks of cheese per week, just as snack food.
I even started swearing in French under my breath on the train when it was announced over the PA that there would be delays on the journey.
More worryingly I`m even drinking wine at lunch time at work.
I`m interested to see what I do next.
Perhaps I`ll just munch on a caisson and try to invade Spain.
(oh, and btw - the wine that I took ages deciding over, turned out to be rubbish)
