The town was a small Paris. The buildings were old and full of character. It also had the cobblestones and the old churches. What will be Europe without the boutiques and the fashionista havens?
We had a mini tour of the town that afternoon. He showed us the Catholic church he heard mass at every weekend. He had a favorite restaurant that he planned on taking us for lunch tomorrow. The train seemed to be the chosen mode of transportation by almost everyone.
Dinner was spent with the Rotary family. We met the three sets of host parents. They have nothing but praises for the young man. They were all busy conversing with each other. Jim and I just sat back and observed. Oui?
The food was good - so was the wine. Legal age to drink - 16 years old!!! The host parents told us that wine was a part of the meal. James was allowed to drink wine - James was sipping wine. James is 17 yrs. old.
I was surprised initially but my jaw did not drop. I was forewarned by friends regarding the "wine" issue. I pretended it was a matter of fact. But I guess my expression said it all. Was I cool with it? I still have to get used to the idea.
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