Catching up

So the photos in my last post are primarily from this weekend, but there are some thrown in that I've been meaning to put in for a while, like the ones of my room and the fortress and the chateau. I visited both of those sites with IES, my program here. I'm also putting pictures on facebook as I go along, so if you have a facebook you can see those too and if not, get one or try to find someone who does or just be patient and wait 'til you see me next and I'll show you all my pictures myself. :)
I start school tomorrow! But only kind of because I just have one hour-long class at IES, so I'm not too stressed out about it. I'm getting to be really good friends with some people in my program and we're already talking about how sad it will be to leave each other at the end of the semester. I think these will be lasting friendships.

Okay, storytime. This weekend at one point I was sitting next to Timothé in the car and he was trying on my ring, and I told him that men don't wear rings very often and he said, well, he was married. I asked him "to whom?" and he said, "hopefully to you!" Cute. Story number 2: Tonight at dinner (God, just typing this I'm starting to laugh again.) we had little baked strips of dough with tomato sauce, tomatoes, mushrooms and different kinds of cheese on top. Some had goat cheese, some had mozzarella, it varied. Blandine asked Thaïs (5) which kind she wanted, and she exploded, "CHEVRE!!" (that's "goat" in french) arms flying out from her body, chair tipping over, plate and silverware flying, Thaïs landing on the ground. After a few tears were shed and booboos checked, more tears of laughter were shed in reflecting on her outburst. Needless to say, the french love their fromage. Story number 3: Philippine (12) and I had a good laugh today when we discovered that "ongles americains" (translated: american nails) is what we in the states call a "french manicure". I wonder what they call them in Germany? Story number 4: These are out of order because I'm remembering them as I type. The first day I got here, Thaïs asked me if I could speak English. I responded, yes, I live in the United States. She didn't believe me, no matter how much I insisted I could, so, in English, I said to her, "Fine, I'll just talk to you in English all the time and then maybe you'll believe me." She stared at me and said, "Je te crois." (translated: "I believe you.")