My host mother was the last one to arrive, but when she showed up, she really made a statement. Wearing all white except for bright gold accessories, she certainly stood out among the rest of the French people, and she definitely looked nothing like my real mom. During the ride home to her house, all she did was talk on the phone. I started to worry a little. Was she going to talk on her phone all the time? Is my family going to be super busy and not have time to try to help a poor, little American girl learn French?
Once we go to the house, Danielle (who is living with the same family) and I met the three boys:
Doryan (12), Eddy (8), and
Ghais (5). The boys haven't talked that much to us, but we are still getting to know each other.
Ghais has slowly warmed up to us and went on a search throughout the house looking for the movie The Fast and The Furious: Tokyo Drift because he was shocked that I had never seen the movie.
We've spent the most time together a dinner which is like my real home. In Dallas, my family eats dinner together every night, so I feel comfortable doing the same with my French family.
Because I had Danielle with me, I didn't feel like I was all alone in a this new situation. I'm sure that had I been living by myself, I would have felt homesick, but I feel like I can handle this new adventure.
I'm still trying to navigate how to communicate with the family. I haven't really tried to talk to the little kids yet because they don't really understand my broken French. I can understand a lot of what the parents say in French, but they do speak a lot of English to us. I'm sure that once everything settles down, we will be speaking a lot more French.