Lyon (Part Deux)

So I finally met up with Marine, my new French CouchSurfing friend. She lived with her family about fifteen minutes outside of town in a small village right on the river.

I was greeted by an ecstatic father, who couldn't wait to speak English with me. Her beautiful mother had prepared an amazing five course French meal for us. And everytime my glass of wine went below the halfway point, Marine's father was quick to refill it, hahah. So cool.

REAL French bread is PERFECT. I just don't understand why we call our bland, run-of-the-mill bakery loaves "french bread". It is waaaaay better in France. We ended the meal with cheeses, and fruits, and more wine of course. And then her dad broke open an old bottle of cognac for me and insisted I finish the meal with a couple of shots. I love the French.

I spent the next day walking around town some more while Marine was in class. There was a huge park with a gorgeous lake, and even a zoo. The elephants were even DANCING for us. It was crazy.

I was sitting on a bench resting for a bit, when all of a sudden a little 4yr old French boy comes running up to me and very politely shouted, "Bonjour, Monsieur!" Totally made my day.