Une Homestay. Un accueil.

• Le Chien = Bull Mastiff, 11 mo’s old, 60kg. Un gros bébé. Un petit monstre. Drool on my suitcases, feet, legs, arms, face, ears, hair… I can deal.
• La Maison = no comment…I can deal.
• Le Premier Dîner = rice, canned tuna, boiled egg, tomato served cold is presumably a French dish called a ‘mashup-thingy’. water. Ignorant hungry self…can deal.
• Le Premier Petit Déjeuner = Coco Puffs….Can’t Deal.
• Le Dîner Secondes = Canned ‘haricot vert’. Fish Stick Cakes…have decided to go.
• Le Petit Déjeuner Secondes…probably won’t receive one.

…and the scratches from the dog start to itch.
**For those who read this as incredibly pretentious on my part, I must briefly explain.  A typical French dinner, even light, is usually coursed out 2-4+, (salad, main course, cheese, dessert, etc.) the food does not typically come from cans (I’d imagine winter an exception. It’s July) , food does not typically come from the U.S. (coco puffs. COCO PUFFS?!), and le vin is always somewhere on the table if chosen to be enjoyed. If that didn’t get you, my homestay costs € 1130 ($1625) per month. I am setting off to house/homestay/food… hunt!**