As much as I love French, and France, sometimes a girl needs to speak in English, where she has the liberty to use slang and the comfort of knowing the other person completely understands what she’s saying. So, I journied to Rennes and back to visit my friend Hilary for a few hours. I only had a four hours, since I had plans with Erwan later, so we walked around, went to the Christmas market, and stopped into this charming little Irish Tea House where we ate scones, drank tea and coffee and had girl talk. The cute little Irish lady makes everything organic from her farm. It’s a 100% organic tea house. She even grinds the flour daily. I didn’t buy into the whole organic hype until now. You can REALLY taste the goodness!
In other news, I realized I’m at a point where I can’t speak English or French. It was weird…I am starting to think in French, mix words with English words…forget which word is in which language. I’m having an identity crisis!