Happy Belated Valentine's Day!

I celebrated my Valentine's Day by wearing red... I didn't actually wear red clothes, but I fell into a really prickly bush when I went mountain biking with Benjamin on Thursday afternoon, and I have long scrapes all over my legs. My left thigh looks like I got attacked by a lion. Excuse the gory picture.

After getting "home" from mountain biking and taking my shower to wash off my wounds, Marine and her friend Benedicte came home from school with a rose for me. An English class at our school sold roses to raise money for their trip to the U.S. in the spring, and apparently somebody sent me one. So I got interrogated during dinner on Thursday about who it might be, and now my police officer host father Philippe is threatening to launch an investigation... I honestly don't know who sent it to me though, je le jure!

I also should announce the end of the strike at my school. Well it's not really over, but at least the teachers are agreeing to give us our grades now. After struggling to convince other teacher's unions to join their cause and looking ridiculous as the only school in France withholding grades, they've turned to other methods. Hilariously, they tried to take hostage of the school principal's office on Valentine's day, but found they had been locked out in anticipation. So instead they ate lunch in front of the school administration building! Now that's what I call striking!

That's about all I got right now, except for cooking news. I made corn fritters today, which went alright. I might try to move on to some New Orleans cuisine soon and try to make some jambalaya or po' boy sandwiches. I should have plenty of time, because I'm on a two week vacation after my really easy "entrée" week of school. So maybe I'll have a lot to write about too, we'll see. Chao!