les bleus et la fesse

The only guaranteed way to make sure you learn french vocabulary words like "les bleus" or "la fesse" (bruises and buttock, respectively), is to accidentally fall down an entire flight of french stairs in front your wide-eyed, frightened 10 year old host sister.
ah, bien sur.
This embarrassing moment brought to you by socks on wooden stairs! Makers of quality embarrassing moments since the first visit of Americans to France!


Later that day, after a wonderful visit to the town of Metz (in Lorraine, with a cathedral with the highest interior of any in France and some stained glass done by Chagall), and meeting the cutest 6 year old french girl ever,my host sister Adele, we stopped at a 'resto' (restaurant) for some LEGIT tarte flambee.
oh, mon dieu.
it was heaven in the form of a thin pizza topped with cheese, onions, and tiny pieces of ham. At said resto I spilled my apperatif of blanc cassis, which is white wine with cassis (which is, I believe, a black current liqueur). I caught my glass at the last moment, luckily not spilling too much, which was good because it was delicious! My host parents remarked on how I have such luck! (not dying from tumbling down the stairs, catching my glass before it hit the ground). To this I simply replied that no, what I have is practice.

I am feeling much more comfortable here, and I think the jet lag is finally wearing off. Today I went to a Catholic Mass in the city center, and later my host family is taking me to Haut-Barr. Then tomorrow, back to the grind for our second official class.

Oh, also, for all of you who were dying to know (although you did not comment with your guesses...):
the answer is D. Grease! This fact led to my host mother saying "oh sandy!" in her John Travolta voice multiple times during our 1.5 hour car ride from Saverne to Metz. Ah, la vie :)
Au revoir
Natalie, la maladroite