Toulouse,surprises ,crème brulée, and smelly cheese

So I don’t really feel like writing about last weekend, although there is quite a lot to write about. I’m just feeling lazy, and a little mixed up, and in serious need of my friends- my real friends! Sure I have sorta friends here but they are not like my real friends. I miss having good friends. I have nothing in common with people here, it’s really annoying. I miss Americans, I understand them so much better.
Well, let’s see. I’m on spring break, it started last week and I still have one week to go. I’ve been pretty bored since I got back from Toulouse. I’ve been reading Uglies, my favorite book, in french and I’m trying to finish it by the end of spring break. It’s the first time I’ve ever read a book in french! I’m pretty darn proud of myself ;)
Something reeeeeeaaally interesting happened to me in Toulouse, and it’s something I don’t want to put on my blog because it feels weird. But it’s for that that I miss my friends!!!!
So yesterday two of my friends invited me to stay with them in Montpellier. When I asked my host dad about going, right away he was like “NO, no, you cannot go, not at all”
That was really weird.
“Umm, why not?”
“There will be someone here that weekend”
“…oh really? Who?”
“You’re not supposed to know about it!”

And then he got up and left me sitting there all alone. And then I thought back to a conversation I had with my mom a few months ago about how if she ever came to visit me I wanted it to be a surprise. So then I followed him into the kitchen.
“So, this person/persons, are they maybe…related to me?”
And he wouldn’t answer after that. He was super annoyed! A little bit later I heard both my host parents talking in Swedish and they were both really upset. I know they were talking about it because I heard my name and the word “Montpellier” several times. I don’t know why they are sooooo upset about it though, it’s not a big deal that it’s not going to be a complete surprise. I wonder what it is that they had planned!
So I think my parents are coming to see me! It makes sense since I’m on vacation. This stresses me out a little. I know this sounds really weird, but I don’t really want to see them.
I’m doing fine on my own! France is my little sanctuary. I know I was amazingly homesick before but I’m finally at the point where I feel perfectly fine and I don’t want that to change! Besides, seeing my mom won’t be bad. But seeing my dad, I only talk to him like once I month now and that is ENOUGH for me. I used to think to myself that if I never saw him again that would be great but that maybe I was being a little dramatic. But now, I don’t miss him AT ALL. I can finally BREATHE again! I think coming to France was the best decision I have ever made. Sure, it kinda felt like I was running away, and things were pretty much horrible at first but I’m so glad that I came here. I’ve grown so much from everything, and I can really say that I am a much happier person now. I can even say that I like who I am now.
So I don’t know when they are coming, don’t really know anything, but it would make sense for them to come this weekend and stay for the week. It wouldn’t make sense for them to fly 9 hours here and 9 hours back just for one weekend.
So yah, not much else to write about. My host dad made crème brulée for desert for lunch today. It was sooo interesting. He used a flame torch to cook it! Anyone who loves playing with fire (Betti!lol) would be totally fascinated! My host parents make such good food, I am getting super fat here! I’m not exaggerating, I’ve gained 5 kilos just since I moved in with them in November! I don’t know the kilos to pounds ratio, but here I weigh about 60 kilos and in America I weighed about 115 pounds( but that is before I got fat in France!) So a kilo is bigger than a pound, so if I gained 5 kilos, that’s like 10 pounds and that means that I am fat now!
Well there are some things that I can’t get past. The smelly cheese: Fromage de chevre. Ok, so this is common sense people. When you smell something that smells like it’s been rotting in a basement somewhere for two years, why on earth would you want to eat it!? And the sad thing is that, it probably HAS been rotting in a basement for two years because that is how they make the cheese here!!! When something smells bad, you don’t want to eat it. Unless of course, you are french.
Ok that is a little mean. Not ALL cheese is like that, there are a gazillion types of cheese in france. 365 to be exact. And there are some types that I really like, just please keep the smelly stuff faaaaar away from me!