Un Mois (One Month)

It's been exactly a month and two days that we've been in Paris now. Craziness, right? I'm very much missing home, but am still enjoying our stay.
Alot has gone on since our last update. We've gone to Le Mont Saint Michel, a fortress/abby on the English Channel that was quite spectacular. I loved it! I think it's by far my favorite sight that we've seen!
We've also gone to the American Museum for Normandy at Omaha beach as well as the place where Joan of Arc was burnt at the stake.
All of these were wonderful to visit and I came away with plenty of pictures.
Now for some stories. :D

Well, the other day my brother, dad, and I were wandering around some sort of Paris after coming from an old Roman colliseum they'd excavated nearby (Mitchell and Dad pretended to fight one another in the arena, much to the amusement of other visitors). Anyway, I think I was complaining about wanting to go back to the apartment because it was freezing outside (keep in mind that I'm a Texan) and my feet were hurting because neither pairs of my boots are very comfortable.
Some man who was wearing an apron with the insignia of a nearby restaurant heard me and tapped Dad's shoulder.

He proceeded to ask him if he would go into the restaurant where he worked, ask for Terry, and say "Je suis con." He told dad that the phrase means "I am wrong" and that it was a joke that would make them laugh.
Dad, being a good sport, agreed to do so, and I almost waited outside- sure it was going to create an awkward situation. However, I wanted to see what happened, so I entered with them anyway, lingering a bit my dad and brother.
Dad told the man and many nearby in the restaurant laughed. When he was done, we left. The boys began to speculate, wondering if Dad had been had and it really didn't mean that at all.
"I bet you called yourself an idiot." Mitchell commented.

That night, we went to one of my Dad's friends' house, Mr. F (I won't post the full name for privacy purposes). He is from Indiana and is here on a three year stint with his wife and four children. Since he is much more proficient in French than any of us, Daddy brought it up.
Sure enough, 'con' means idiot. Wow....
Stupid Americans, right?
It gave our party a good laugh though. :D
Speaking of the dinner, it was really pleasant. The F.'s are a nice family and the food was spectacular (our oven isn't exactly 'top of the line' so there's a strict limit to our cooking skills here). They have four kids, ages 5-13 and they're all quite sweet.

The youngest, Matthew, hid from us for the first thirty minutes, much to the dismay of their parents. The second youngest, Laura, wouldn't join us for dinner because she'd started crying when she thought her mother hadn't made her anything for dinner (she's been a vegetarian since she saw a chicken get it's head cut off at the market six weeks ago). David accidentally called me 'Mom' because he was looking down and she and I were both wearing black skirts. He said, "Mom, you're wearing blue socks!" It was Stephen, the oldest, who called him on it since I was silent, not wanting to make him feel awkward.

I ended up getting asked if I could babysit sometimes, mainly for the younger ones, and her saying the invitation was open for me to bring my brother- since I'm not too excited about navigating my way through the Metro. I would be quite scared! : (
As my closing note, I would like to announce that today is my parents' 19th wedding anniversary!! Woot woot! :D Daddy brought home roses and daisies and Mom made sure the apartment looked nice for him when he got home.
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!

Have a blessed day!