One
thing I realized I left out from yesterday’s log was that on Wednesday, I
went to a Couscous restaurant.  Couscous is considered an original French
food that’s almost like rice and soup, but with a French twist.  Not knowing
what that French twist really was, I decided to have dinner the only way
that I know that the French have dinner…with wine.

Those that know me well, know that I VERY rarely drink wine.  Only on
special occasions.  And I had already been in France for about 2 1/2 weeks,
and I had not ordered wine yet.  This was going to be my first time.

Guess what.  Apparently, I had walked into the ONLY restaurant in all
of France that doesn’t server wine.  Very confused, confounded and amazed,
I ordered a coke and enjoyed my couscous.

I finally did get my “wine fix” last night right before I went out “swing
dancing”.  That in itself isn’t a great idea, because if you know anything
about partner dancing, you know that you want to be completely sober.  Luckily,
I was able to pull off some moves at the “Slow Club” and not tick off any
of the French there.

Reality check:  I went swing dancing in Paris!  Whoo hoo!

Every now and then, I have to do reality checks with myself, because I
forget where I’m at and how awesome this really is.  It’s real easy to take
it for granted.

Adieu.