Inspired by my friends Ian and Leslie's blog, I had to make a list of things characteristically Toucy. These observations are all 100%, unbiasedly true.
You know you're in small town France when...
->You consider buying white jeans to fit in with the guys.
->Your crazy Friday night is hanging out with Francois, a 50 year old homeless man, at the Kebab shop (which closes at 10:30 PM).
->There's no H&M.
->The biggest day of the week is Saturday, when the live farm animals are brought into town for sale.
->A glass of wine is 40 cents less than a coke at the restaurant.
->You run serious danger of being ran over by a tractor crossing the only square in town.
->The picturesque side trail you decide to head down while jogging turns into a run for your life after being chased by a stray donkey.
->Your French friend tells you he will see you at 11:30 am, but you know better than to expect even a call saying he will be late before 2 pm.
->Every villager's attempt to impress you with their English consists of the same three phrases: "'ello," "'ow are you," and "You a sexy bitch."
This week I get to start teaching the opulence of American Christmas, so we'll see how they handle that. More news soon!