Rhythmic Clapping and Pancakes

To begin with I read other members of my groups blogs and I was displeased with the number who had the same background and layout as me. So I changed mine. It's a little too pink for me, but I like the repetitiveness of the colors, and it makes me feel brighter. Which is good, because I have the proclivity to hide away in my room, and think in a not so bright manner. So if you don't like it whatever.

The day started out nice. I went to church with my friends, and for once I'm actually beginning to think I have friends. And no, that isn't being melodramatic. I have a hard time relating to and developing relationships with people I haven't known for a long time. I don't know how to act to I simply take up space and time with talking, which usually ends up in me saying the stupidest things ever. (Did that already with around five students in my program, so) But I think the people I went to church with might actually like me. 

After the service, which I don't think was as nice as last week, we stayed for the congregational meal. I didn't thing the service was as nice because it was longer than the other one and there was also a ceremony (which would have been nice if I would have understood what was actually going on in said ceremony), But there was also a medial emergency during communion which I felt bad for not being able to help. 

But other than that I really like this church, its the same one that I wrote about in the other blog. 

http://nantes2013ajourneyofscholarship.blogspot.fr/2013/01/eglise-protestante-unie-de-nantes.html 

The meal was really interesting and I was rather pleased. It was franco-African, which meant food from French colonies in Africa. So the food was great and abundant, and it was the first time in a while that I was actually full, which by the way doesn't directly translate in French (it literally translates to pregnant animal.) I even got my peanut butter craving somewhat quenched with a peanut sauce on some rice. They also had tons of alcohol which apparently is normal at a church. There was a before dinner drink of grapefruit wine, and wine on every table  There was also beer chilling out in the corner  However I was really disappointed  cause the children drank orangia, and personally I like that a lot more than the alcohol. Desert was great too, although the church ladies accidentally gave alcohol drenched cake to children. Whoops.

 

After lunch I went back to my host house, and we went to a play. It was put on by the high school that one of my host sisters go to. When they first said French play, I thought it was going to be rather sad. Almost every French movie I've seen ends with nearly all the main characters dying or going insane. The same with a lot of the French books I've read, so I expected the same thing here. I was, in my prejudgment  completely wrong. It was a comedy. And I seriously enjoyed it. The only thing that could have made it better is if the audience wouldn't have done that stupid clapping thing. You know what I'm talking about. When the music plays and the audience tries to clap rhythmically on the beat and no one can manage to do it. Yeah that. I hate that with a passion. I've always hated it. Yeah it's audience participation but it's so annoying. One of my many many pet peeves. 

After that we went back to the house. It's a tradition here to eat a large breakfast meal for Sunday night dinners. So I asked if I could make them pancakes. Not knowing what to expect they told me I could. And man, did I. I think I made over 30 pancakes. And there are none left. my family loved them. I personally at six, but that's because they tasted like home. Both the father and one of the girls liked eating them with cheese, and that almost made me die laughing. Pancakes and French cheese just doesn't do it for me. But I'm very glad they liked them. And hopefully I can make them again some time.