in 2007 I spent my fall semester studying in various parts of France. Each region was a different learning experience for me. Nantes taught me that I can, in fact, navigate a city by myself. The Pyrenee Mountains taught me that I do not like being in solitude for extended periods of time, while bringing out my artistic side. Paris taught me how to love food.
My host mom in paris was a simple woman. She was divorced and lived with her long-term boyfriend and daughter in a beautiful apartment in the asian district of paris. her mantra was that her favorite thing after a long day of work was to change into her nightgown and cook. Though her love for cooking did not transfer into my love for vegetables, a compromise was reached over seafood. To be honest, I'm a little surprised that I did not succumb to mercury poisoning from all the salade nicoise I ate.
Three years later, I am no longer a pescatarian, but my host mom's love for cooking left an imprint on me. She loved to share her food, and so do I. She may love a good coq au vin, but I'll take a red lentil curry cooked to perfection any day of the week.
my inner artist brought to life.
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