First post, the arrival at the host family

Little stories about my arrival... first of all, I missed my flight on Sunday: the hostesses weren't very nice and they didn't explain what I had to do very well. That meant I let my plane go in front of me... :S As a consequence, I took the next flight with another girl from WEP, a Belgian in this case. I arrived to my host family's house, very happy even if I didn't understand much of what they said. There were a lot of people in the family: grandparents, parents, cousins, children who I didn't even know whether they were part of my family or not. I didn't really understand who was who. I went to sleep early as I was exhausted, which is inevitable with the time difference...

The next day my host mother woke me up at 5 and told me more or less to follow her. I didn't understand where we were going but I followed her. Eventually, I realised we were going to her work with my host sisters because they were little and couldn't stay at home alone.

I didn't eat much at the beginning because I was a little disgusted by the plain brioche that they eat and how we would eat a lot of hamburgers with said bread, so I wouldn't eat much... One day, I even had the honour to eat French fries... I told them that they were not French but Belgian instead! I even managed to buy some fruit, with great surprise from my family. Otherwise I would have never eaten any.

As far as friendships are concerned, I thought that people from the school were really impossible to approach.

Let's go on with the comments about the "grub" (food has this synonym in Texas)! We would always use plastic dishes and that shocked me. I was the only one saving them. And everything was sugary, the fridge was full of Coca-Cola and Sprite but I managed to only drink them at the weekends and never during the week. I would limit myself that way. I was so shocked to see fries being eaten as if they were potatoes on the plate as a side to the meat. We would eat in front of the TV, of course...

It's important to know that the photos have never, unfortunately, been recovered. They were in a computer that has been formatted. I remember going there as if it were yesterday, and the truth is that I wonder how I got to the destination! And how my suitcases did, because after taking three flights (including a change in Atlanta), I was afraid they wouldn't. When I got to my host family they were eating fruit in small pieces with sticks and sauces from some compartments. A bit like an aperitif. You can see that it was food that left the greatest mark. I couldn't have been marked by other things because of the language barrier...

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