"The more I see, the less I know ...

... the more I'd like to let it go."

I'm sitting in the kitchen/basement in my dorm in Paris right now, listening to Red Hot Chili Peppers and wondering exactly how the hell I got here. It seems like just yesterday I was worrying about my presentation on Piedras for my Spanish film class, practicing sevillanas, and getting ready for the Féria in Córdoba at the end of May. And of course, neglecting my poor blog ... A lot has happened, so I'll break down the time by the places I went and what happened before and after that.

So as I recounted at the end of the last post, my winter break grand tour of Western Europe began in Brittany with delicious food, incredibly generous family that I didn't know I had, and a perpetually hungry dog.

My uncle's family lives in Landerneau, a lovely little town 20 minutes outside of Brest.


Me with a bunch of cousins-by-marriage I had just met.

And the sweetest old gentleman I have ever met. I want to learn French just so I can go back and actually communicate with him!

We went to see my uncle's ranch one day, where the horses took a liking (and a munching) to my hair.

Bubeau (sp?), the most ravenous black lab I've ever seen. He'd be about a mile wide if he didn't have so much energy.

Crepes and apple cider - my new favorite comfort food.

Me and my uncle at a creperie in Nantes.

We went to see the castle in Nantes a couple days later. The glass on the window had really cool air bubbles!