i get this hunger for france. i'm definitely glad i'm back home with B and my family and friends. i don't even mind all this rain we've gotten lately and now that i've kicked this sinus infection, i'm feeling like a humanoid again.
but in terms of france, well, mostly i miss the lifestyle. it may sound small, but i miss buying fresh bread every day. it's not like it's impossible to buy bread here but it isn't the same. it's waaay more expensive and the bread mindset here is completely different. here it's more like a treat or a course-- like, let's have a dinner party and be sure to serve fancy cheese and bread as the first course. breaking bread in france is like drinking water-- something you do to live. in france a day without bread is like a day without food. i loved it. i ate bread with every meal. it tasted good, it was cheap, it was part of the culture.
god, we're devoid of culture here. it's too gogogogogogo. one rigid hour for lunch, no breaks, finishing your coke at dinner as you're putting on your coat, always in a hurry.
but this is nothing new. these sentiments have been shared before, in this blog and in others. many days the goods outweigh the bads for living in america; other days, not. other days, i crave a simple demi baguette.