20

It's a new year.

I'm no longer a teenager.

I honestly don't feel old enough to say I'm 20. Seriously.

My host mom had roses and a special dinner for me tonight. I didn't tell her it was my birthday, so I think Professor Barbour must have told her. She made me a really delicious salad, some amazing fish, and fresh peaches. And, for a gift, she gave me a French cook book. I am so excited to read it and pick out recipes to cook.

Although Madame Briotet is not my mom, she definitely made tonight feel like home. I am so thankful for that, and honestly, tonight was the best conversation that I've ever had in French. We talked about my birthday, about my family, about my trip to Normandy, World War II, the war in Iraq. We also talked about American universities and how an American student chooses where he or she wants to go.

After dinner and homework, the good old Wake Forest group went out to dance at a salsa bar. I don't know how to dance salsa, but I had a really good time.