France- Day 3: A Long Day

As the title says, today was a loooong day, and not for the best of reasons. It started out decently though. We got up fairly early, and I was very happy with my outfit, because I was wearing one of my new dresses. We went to the market, where I bought my first baguette of the trip (Yay!) and a pair of leggings. Then we went and sat at a cafe, where I got hot chocolate and a croissant. That was nice.

 
  

the market

After that we split up and mom and I went to this antique market that was going on. It was really cool (I was looking at everything for it's dismantling value, and almost bought several old pocket watches XD) and I bout 5 skeleton keys for 3 euros, and a blouse for two euros. I am really excited about the blouse, because it is exactly the style I have been looking for, and have been unable to find, and it fit me despite the fact that it is second hand!

Then we all met up at a restaurant called Chantilly (which actually means whipped cream that is flavored with vanilla :P) and we all had fish and chips for lunch. It was very good. I also had strawberries with whipped cream for dessert! (the strawberries here are in season, and like no strawberries you have ever had in america! Absolutely delightful!)

Then we went back to my grandparent's house. I started drawing a dragon, then went down and started working on baking a tart. It started out all fine and dandy, but then my grandpa yelled at me about something I hadn't even done, and I accidentally messed up the custard for the tart. I was feeling a bit down about that (It wasn't my fault, no one showed me how to work the stove!)

Next, we all headed back into town. I showed my mom the some cool historical stuff about the cathedral that I had learned the day before, and we went to two art stores. The first one we went to was in this cute little plaza with a dog fountain, and the store had a really cool stone basement.

basement

staircase to basement

a door in the plaza

the dog fountain

There I got a pencil and an eraser. At the next store I got two pens that I needed and and a paint pen that was not only more expensive than I thought, but also a different color than I thought it was. I felt like I had wasted five euros, but my mom says she will buy it off of me. I didn't know that at the time though, so I started to get really down about it. 

actually, everything kind of went downhill from there. 

When we were all meeting up, everyone was just really angry and fighting and in a bad mood, and due to being fairly empathetic, and already being down I just started spiraling into a worse and worse mood. By the time we got back to the house I was just about ready to snap at anything (which my grandmother accidentally triggered). My mom and I started working on the tart again, and despite our best efforts the eggs curdled and it still went wrong. She was brilliant though and still managed to make it work out using gelatin, but at the time I was convinced it was ruined, and we had run out of eggs so we couldn't try again. Thus, due to my moods spiraling downwards all day, I sort of crashed and secluded myself in my room, just drawing for awhile. Then I came out and started drawing on my computer,  but my grandmother had to use the desk so I had to get off. This upset me because I lost all motivation to work on my project because of that. She was trying to be nice and let us all work together to make these bracelets, but I didn't want one because I knew I wouldn't wear it, and I didn't what to waste the expensive beads. This turned into this whole weird big thing that I don't know how to explain, and I ended up on my bed crying for quite awhile.

Eventually I got out, and mom and I went for a walk, which helped clear my head a bit. It is nice, because mom and I have actually been getting along here (probably because there are so many other people to argue with XD) Things picked up a bit from there. We all sat in the living room and talked, And the tart worked out and everyone said it was good

my grandma insisted on a picture

 We all sat together and I played with the dogs, and worked on my drawing and all was well, until my grandpa and I got into a fight. It's kind of hard to explain, but let's just say that he is very headstrong, very self entitled, and there is no way to convince him that he is wrong. Ever.  I got annoyed with something he was saying, and spoke up. I didn't say anything very mean, I didn't yell, I didn't speak angrily. I remained calm, but since I was speaking against him he became outraged and indignant and accused me of not knowing him and being an ignorant girl, and etc. etc. when I pointed out calmly that he was doing to me exactly what he was accusing me of (despite the fact that I wasn't doing what he accused me of in the first place) he just said "I'm not taking this from a young girl,"  and his only reply to anything after that was "Shut up." so I said "Okay," gathered my things and went upstairs. I cried for awhile because I was upset by it, but I cheered up when my mom came upstairs a few minutes later. She gave me a thumbs up (because I was listening to my Ipod, and she waited for me to take my headphones out, she has been getting better at the whole 'I cannot hear you with my headphones in' thing) and she praised me on actually standing up to him (which is something not a lot of people can do), and everyone (other than my grandpa) thought I was right, and they were tired of the same things I was. (Basically, he always generalizes countries, especially America, but of course he outright denied that he does).

Anyways, here I am now, working on this blog post. It is almost one in the morning for me!

I think I am gong to make an Angel Food Cake tomorrow, using the leftover egg whites from the custard today (it only used the yolks)

Good Night, and sleep tight my blog reading friends. And don't let the bed bugs bite. Or the ticks. Or mosquitoes.

Did you know there aren't really ticks or mosquitoes in France? You are all seething in jealousy now, aren't you? :P