A Day of Dancing

Today I woke up early to take the bus to church. It was super good, even though I understood basically nothing. I love the singing; everything sounds better in French. And it's nice when you already know the meaning, since most of the songs are the same. Thierry, my host dad, told me that "Italian is for singing, French is for speaking, German and English are for puking." Sad but true. Everyone was of course very nice and welcoming at church, I feel at home there. But then again, I feel at home everywhere in France.

After church I went to centre ville with my host sister, Clarisse, for this big dancing parade festival thing. All of the quartiers of Lyon as well as the sub-burbs have a show that they put on for the parade. The performers all had crazy make-up and costumes, stilts seemed to be very popular. There was seriously so many people there. It was insane trying to get on the metro. People from Eugene think the 79x is bad? Not even. It doesn't matter how full the bus/metro/tram is, the driver will always stop to let more people on. Worse than being in a sardine can. And just as smelly.

Clarisse and her two friends that met us there and I went to an American restaurant afterwards (well, sort of American. They served guacamole and quesidillas... I'm definitely going to need to go back there to try it out) just to sit and chat. Clarisse and her friends are hilarious and fun to hang out with, so I'm glad I got to do that today.

For dinner tonight we had Tart tar tin. I have no idea if I'm spelling that right but I'm pretty sure that exists in America, right? If not it was basically tomato upside down cake. It's one of my favorite things we've had so far, very delicious.

Some crazy cool make-up and costumes

Mom! Doesn't this lady remind you of Milly?