I was surprised at how much I missed, dare I say yearned for, my morning coffee ritual. In france, One must spend an hour in a cafe to get a bitter little expresso or resort to the instant nescafe packets in the hotels. And the french coffee beans are super bitter. I normally drink my coffee or expresso with just a dash of cream. But in france, i either had to down it like a shot of whiskey or add a lot of sugar to cut the bite.
On the flip-side, I am trying to figure out how to work daily fresh baked croissants and baguettes into my life at home. I Wish every corner in my town had a tiny bakery Instead of a 7-11! I had a nice chat with one baker in a small town who came out to talk with us when he heard my horrible accent (his mother was american & father french and he grew up in france, and i guess must not get a lot of american customers, because he thought we were Australian).
Speaking of my horrible accent, I found that the french spoke french with me until i started looking lost, or asked if they spoke english. one lady said she knew some people wanted to practice and didn't want to offend by immediately speaking english. The people i encountered were incredibly patient as i slowly spewed out what i thought of as french... I actually was a wee bit disappointed that only four people we encountered in france didnt speak english. But incredibly relieved too!