That's right, friends. I'm in Strasbourg, France (technically Robertsau) and it's simply wonderful. Ok, it's raining so maybe wonderful is strong, but it's very nice. My dad and I just took a walk around town and swung by the bank to change some dollars.
Last night, right when we got in from Heidelberg we went to a pizza place. This was no normal pizza place, mind you. The "pizzas" were called tarte flambee. They had paper-thin crusts and were covered in cheese, bacon, and white sauce. One of them also had mushrooms and another had muenster cheese on it. These were apparently an Alsacian favorite and soon became an Eric favorite. Along with them, we had a stunning Pinot Grigio and tap water (crazy!). After dinner we came back to Christine's flat and had desert and looked at pictures from Germany.
This morning I rose around 10 and we had a most elegant break
fast (pictured here). When was the last time you had breakfast like that? Coffee from the press, baguettes, butter, and rose-hip jam. I feel like a chapter from an old French novel.
Anyways, after breakfast, my mom and Chr
istine went to the Supermache (Supermarket) and my dad and I went for a stroll to the bank and around town. I'm now back here working on the last few bars of my computer's battery and looking forward to the rest of the day. I hope everyone back in the states (and where ever you are) is having a lovely morning so far and I've got to get downstairs and see what's going on with lunch and so on.
Ciao!