Hello all, this entire post is going to be about one thing, food! So we're still trying to get used to the time schedules of our new home, and it's taking some time. However, one schedule that we really need to get used to and quickly is the times in which the French eat. Breakfast does not really exist here, which is fine because we really sleep through the earlier part of the morning. Lunch time is around two hours spanning from 12:00 to 2:00. The issue with this is that with our busy schedule and trying to get school schedules figured out we eat shortly after this 2:00 o'clock feeding time. Thus, we're usually eating at a weird time of 3:00-4:00 PM. Therefore, when we go back home by 8:30 we're snacking and I'm sure people back home know how that goes. Today we decided to break this bad time keeping and eat dinner at regular time. What an adventure this turned into.
First, I should say that we tried eating dinner the other night around 4:00. I know that is early and we look like tourists, but we were hungry and wanted some food. We found a nice restaurant and walked in and tried to order. We were told that it was not possible they were still only serving drinks. Tonight we set out a little later around 5:30 to head into the town center to find a place to eat. By 6:00 in the evening we reached the town center, and much to our dismay still all of the cafes were filled with people drinking and smoking cigarettes with absolutely no food in sight. Meanwhile, we headed to the Saint Leu district. This part of town has plenty of restaurants and is tourist heavy. When we arrived in the district around 6:15 there might as well have been tumbleweeds rolling around. It was dead not a person in sight, and no food to be found. Just restaurants and bars closed up waiting for the late night life to approach. So we turned around and headed back to town center. We took a short side tour by the cathedral which as it was now dark had been lit. It was a very nice view and we stopped and took it in the atmosphere. We even said a silent prayer that eventually we would find a nice welcoming restaurant who would serve us not only drinks, but food as well. As we strolled around town center we saw that still no one was serving food. This led me to believe that the French simply exist on cigarettes, alcohol, and coffee; the people here are not thin, they are starving.Finally, we found an Italian restaurant. We had pizza last night, but it was mediocre and if it's one thing that we learned from our trips to Italy, the Italians will always have food. We waited till the 7:00 p.m. opening time and eagerly headed in. We had quick service, excellent food and finally got to eat! Jess had an awesome linguini pasta with a red sauce made with a white wine and heavily seasoned chicken. Of course, I being the pizza fanatic I am had to try their pizza. It was a traditional Naples style Pizza and it was perfect! As a celebration ordered two creme brulees, thus ending in Jessica eating one and a half. We had a cold and windy 15 minute walk home, but it was a good since we had full bellies, and possibly for the first time since arriving here actually felt full. When we got home my pedometer said that we walked 2.25 miles total on our journey for food. One of the positive things is that we're doing staying in shape and working on our cardiovascular exercises since living abroad.





