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Graduation countdown: 45 days
45 days.
When my freshman seminar took a trip to France, we visited Paris and Grenoble, where Albion students were studying, and Noisy-le-roi, Albion's sister city.
When we were in Grenoble, we took the télépheriques to the top of the Bastille and ate dinner in the restaurant there. I was peacefully eating my salad when a little friend said hello to me. "Bonjour," said the slug, "Je suis dans ta salade!" Well, that started me gagging. Remember, I thought to myself, you are in a foreign country and you are a representative of the United States. Let's try to understand this culturally. The French like their food fresher than Americans. A slug wouldn't stand a chance in American lettuce. Mmmm, fresh salad. So don't freak out. DON'T FREAK OUT! The really stupid part is, I didn't freak out at all. I just covered him with a piece of lettuce and kept eating. Then when he crawled out from under that piece, I put another one on top of him, all the while trying not to gag or bring any attention to myself or my salad.
Worst. Salad. Ever.
srah - Wednesday, 20 March 2002 - 1:00 PM
Tags: food, france, graduation countdown
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