So, the crazy weekend has come and gone. On saturday morning I moved into my new host family’s house with Nathalie. The house is beautiful and big. I got a cozy little room on the third floor with my own little bathroom. The family is super nice, even though the young girl doesnt speak much. Her brother is sooooo attractive, hahaa but he has une petit copain and she is much loved by their family. The food is delicious and it is rude to leave the plate messy so i’ve been forced to eat everything and then use bread to literally clean the plate afterwards. helloo the semester abroad 15! fuck. Plus it doesn’t help that sunday is pancake morning! Everything has been really great so far, except for a little mishap I had with a large bee that somehow made its way into my closed room last night roughly around 5 am to harass me and scare the shit out of me. I have come to the conclusion that there is nothing scarier than to be in a small foreign completely dark room with a bee flying around.  Last night our host mom took us out for drinks on the town and I am slowly becoming used to the long silences in conversations where we all try and translate and figure out who is saying what. She does not speak english very well or even at all, so its definitely a “cultural experience.”