Everything that happened before Rome Part 1

Do I want to write about Rome?

I think I do.

I dunno.

Maybe I just wanna hurry up with this blog.

Really, it's been more than a week since I've gotten back from France, and I still have a lot to tell you all.

So I'm going to condense everything that happened from Monday through Thursday.

Because Friday I left for Roma.

All right. Monday.

Monday was class, and nothing particularly strikes me, so we're going to skip over that.

Tuesday.

Tuesday, ah yes, we have something here.

We went to a museum for art class, and then we had a cheese scavenger hunt and tasting for the UF class.

Uhhh yes.

Think of it like the pastry scavenger hunt I mentioned earlier, except with cheese.


We split up into groups again. This time I was with Lizette. We were all assigned different fromageries and different regions of France to find cheese from.

Ours?

Normandy.

That meant Camembert (dun, dun, dun).

As you all know, my relationship with Camembert has been on the rocks since Giverny.

Anyways, if my memory serves me correct we had about 50 euros to spend. Each group had to get cheese from its region but also pick up some fruit or something too.

So we hopped on the metro and headed to the fromagerie...

But it was closed.

In the middle of the day?

Yeah.

That happens in France.

I could make a whole other post about the different (possibly better. Depends) work culture over there.

Anyways, we still had to bring back cheese.

In the end, we decided to ask a man if there was a fromagerie nearby.

I was the one to ask, but before we approached him I turned to Lizette.

I told her I would ask, but I hoped she would understand what he was saying.

Like I mentioned earlier, she's a human map, and I wasn't sure whether this guy would be difficult to understand.

So my conversation with the man went a little like this:

Me: Il y a un autre fromagerie près d'ici?

Man: Oui.

*awkward second of silence*

Me: C'est où?

Man : dfnlkdfnadskmasldmsaldms (series of directions that I sorta understood but Lizette really got).

All you guys need to know is it was actually super close (like right down another street), and soon we were at the fromagerie.

There, Lizette did most of the talking with the fromager about what type of cheeses came from the Normandy region.

We didn't get Camembert, so that's a plus, and on our way back to class we picked up some fruit to go with it.

We got back to the API Center and had a little feast.

The table was filled with cheese, bread and fruit. We had enough cheese to make Jerry jelly.

But the cheese...

Ohh man that cheese.

Well...

Like I said earlier, I always held the assumption the French had some of the best-tasting cheese in the world.

Um, maybe that's true.

But the cheese everyone picked up was funky.

Oh so funky.

I mean, one block of cheese was legit covered in mold. That's actually how it's supposed to be for flavor or whatever.

I tried most of them and well, the goat cheese was OK.

I wasn't feeling most of the others.

In fact, we had more cheese and bread left over than anything else.

We all demolished the fruit.

BECAUSE IT'S SO MUCH BETTER OVER THERE.

It's ridiculous, really. I don't know what the hell they spray our fruit with in the U.S.

P.S.
See the heart-shaped cheese? I picked that one out. Adorbz I know.

P.S.S.

While we're talking about cheese, you should go listen to it! And that makes no sense, so I will now explain. Belgian artist Stromae has an album called "Cheese." And I like it and it's good and you should check it out.