Mes Rêves Sont Ma Réalité: Chacun son truc

I just got back from a weekend toute seule avec ma mere (all alone with my host mom). It was quite relaxing, but my french had a relapse. After zooming into heaven of flunecy for two days, I plunged into the hell of "Je/I" "Tu/You" (basically talking in Franglais - English/French). It's painful. Oh well. We did a lot of driving through small, adorable villages, which was lovely, ate together, watched the rugby game together, slept a lot too, and swam in la piscine de la mer. That means pool of the ocean - for some reason, French people think it is really good for you to swim in ocean water (is it? I don't know either way), so they capture the water and heat it so you can swim. We swam in an olympic-sized swimming pool of ocean water. :) Something I find interesting is that the US is extremely into swimming. We push our kids into the pool at age 2 or smaller, which I think is a good, fun thing to do, because kids love the water. But here, though swimming classes are available, it's a slower process. My host mom told me she didn't take swimming lessons until she was 33, after she had her children, because she was always extremely afraid of the water. The only reason she took them at that age was that she didn't want to pass that fear on to her children. :)
Something else that I love also is that French people think it is so good for you to sleep in. So if I take a nap, my host mom doesn't wake me up for at least an hour, even if we have some rough plans. This morning we slept in super late (on accident) and my host mom was surprised she didn't wake up but was extremely happy to have slept in (didn't feel like she was losing the day, being lazy, etc).

Tomorrow I teach English and will be observed for the first time (ahhh!). I hope everything goes over well...

Since my internet is letting me upload photos faster now, here is a bunch of photos from the past few weeks. Here are some of Rennes...