Flu and Bronchitis or From Scylla into Charybdis

I just recently recovered from the flu. It was a tenacious flu that didn't want to relinquish its grasp. And when it finally did give in, it left me with a nasty bronchitis. When I eventually went to the doctor, he told me, "vous avez une bronchite qui s'est bien prise," which, loosely translated, means: "your an idiot, and you should have come in to see me days ago." But, three packages of amoxicillin later, I'm back on my feet and back at school with nothing but a lingering cough (which I use shamelessly to garner sympathy).

Christmas in France

Christmas in France was great! I left for Rennes with Maëlle and her family on Christmas Eve. When we got to her Aunt's house, everybody said hello and talked for a bit, and then we sat down to the réveillon de Noël. This is a traditional family meal eaten on Christmas Eve that lasts for five or six hours. The meal started at nine o'clock in the evening and finished at three in the morning. We ate course after course after course which included foie gras, stuffed clams, pigeon, white wine, red wine, champagne, and eau-de-vie. (Keep in mind this was over six hours, just in case some of you had visions of me dancing deliriously on tabletops.) Finally we all went to bed around three thirty in the morning. The next day we got up in time for another long meal on Christmas Day (this one was only five hours though). Later that evening we drove back to Maëlle's house in Nantes and exhanged gifts. Everybody was really tired Christmas night, but it was all worth it. Here are some pictures:


Christmas hat picture!


Stuffed clams. They were really good!





Maëlle took this picture so my mom would have proof that I am eating my vegetables.


This is a shirt that Maëlle gave me for Christmas. It is a cross between a dress shirt and a polo.

I hope you all had a good Christmas. Happy New Year!