Well, adjusting into a family in another culture is definitely difficult. Things are different and I guess I just found it really frustrating. But now, on week 6, I really do feel like part of the family.
Philippe, aka the dad, is a pilot who flies jets. Whoa. When he works he's gone for a couple days straight and then comes home for a couple days. He likes everything to be organized and is VERY talented with spices when it comes to cooking. I knoww that if I could understand French I would be able to laugh at his jokes more. But I can't. So I'm kinda clueless.
Muriel, aka the mom, is a peach. She works hard and studies even harder. I'm so proud of her though: she's the second female pilot in the Airbus company! Woot! Muriel has a beautiful smile and I love having conversations with her (in French!). I feel like there is always something to talk about with her. And she's a great cook as well.
Lucas is my age, 18, and comes home every weekend from (to make it simple) university. He speaks French so quickly I never understand what he says. But he's nice.
Lison, 14, has become my little sister. She is full of energy and always quick to smile. However, we do not have THAT much time to spend just hanging out because she is extremely busy: school from 830-5 and then swimming 4x a week for 2-3 hours. And when I say swimming, I mean she does SYNCHRONIZED SWIMMING! HOW COOL IS THAT! I don't understand how she can stand up because I would be dead tired!
So this is a quick introduction to ma famille francaise. I definitely have grown to love them and appreciate all the little French parts about them.
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| I was sitting outside on a beautiful day and then both Lison and Muriel came and sat beside me. Bonding moment :) |
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