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-I love looking at the little dogs in this city:
-I love looking at the little dogs in this city:
Katie to me: Lauren, I thought you were staring at a hot guy, but when I turned to look, I realized you were checking out a poodle.
-on a tour of a tiny village near the chateau Chantilly:
me to Lauren Merkeley: Lauren, have you noticed that there’s a weird man following us on the tour?
Lauren Merkeley: No way, really?
Me: Yeah, he’s been with us ever since we got off the bus!
Lauren Merkeley: You mean the bus driver?
(I crack up at my own stupidity.)
Zain to me: What are you girls laughing at? What’s so funny?
Lauren Merkely: Oh not much, just introducing a little logic.
-at dinner with my host family and their friends, who are all at least 65 years old:
friend to host mom: My friend’s daughter was on her honeymoon, and when she got to the island she called her mother to say she’d forgotten her luggage. But instead of sending it, her mom replied, “Dear, it’s your honeymoon; do you really need your suitcase??”
-at “home”:
host mom to me: What day should we eat together?
Me: I don’t know.
(host dad suggests a night to eat)
host mom to me: Ah, he’s right. Good idea.
host dad to me, joking: Of course I’m right—I’m a man! Men are always right!
host mom to me: Don’t listen to him, the old fool! (and she whacks him in the stomach with her spatula)
-at someone else’s house for dinner:
older man to me: I went to the US once, and in general I liked it, but you know what really got on my nerves? The clothes! Everyone there wears the brightest colors!
-my host family in Lyon, to everyone they introduced me to: And this is the little American that’s staying with us for the weekend!
-in a restaurant, the first time I met Steve (hot guy from Cornell who speaks French very well)
me: So how long have you been taking French?
Steve: Well, only for about a year. But I’ve been French-kissing for quite some time now.
-making fun of EDUCO people:
-Katie: I love Bahij, he cracks me up. But he’s a very simple guy.
Merkley: Simple? I think Bahij is complicated. Self-tanner, hello, that’s not simple!
-in my animation class, where the prof. always likes to discuss the philosophy of theater and animation
prof: (talking about something obscure) Yes, it is invisible, but it’s invisible for a very good reason: it doesn’t exist.
-the whole French-speaking population, to me at least every other day (literally): Excuse me, can you tell me where the nearest metro station is? Or where this street is? Or if this direction will get me to the train station? Or what time it is? Or where exactly this metro is going?
-my host father works in advertising, so he likes to discuss the giant ads in the metro stations
host dad to his wife and me: Have you seen the latest lingerie ad? Where the woman is wearing a bra that’s the exact same color as her skin? FREAKY!
-on the difficulty of relating to French guys:
Emily to me: Yeah, I’ll meet someone who’s hot, but then he’ll just go and do something French, and I won’t be attracted to him anymore.
-French woman to a friend of mine who’s Mormon (doesn’t drink), and who happens to dislike cheese: You’re in the wrong country, my friend.
-and the one that prob. tops them all:
Last night I was having dinner with my host family at their friend's house. They poured me a glass of wine that was made from vineyards at their "country house." Then the host-man started telling a story.
host: A few years ago someone thought our wine had a potato flavor.
host's wife: No, let me tell it. You do a horrible job of telling stories. So, a few years ago someone thought our wine had a potato flavor. And we said, "really?" Well how interesting. I"ve heard of fruit notes, wood notes, even burnt toast notes, but no potato notes. So we decided to examine the barrel of wine that this bottle had come from...and floating inside the wine was a drowned mouse! Haha! So mice must taste like potatoes!
host to me: So, what do you think of the wine?
HAHAHAHAHA :)
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