In Chartreuse We Trust

Spring Break Part I: Grenoble
I think I'm in love with Grenoble. A small city, with the longest street in France (longer than Avenue des Champs-Élysées in Paris), surrounded with a backdrop of Alps mountains, home to Rastafarian ski bums, delicious indian and moroccan restaurants, and dogs that ride on tram buses. And how I love the tram system in France, where they never check your ticket. We really need one in Austin. Walking out of the train station, people hold their skis over their shoulders, and aren't as Parisian-ly dressed as in Angers-i saw dreads, i saw nose piercings, i saw sweatpants. Perhaps I'm missing Austin a bit.

I stayed with my friend's distantly related French cousin, Pierre, whom kindly hosted us in his flat, and cooked some Chili Con Carne and Chocolate Cake (i helped make-deliceaux) for a small dinner party of his friends from ski-teacher-camp-school-thing. We got our first taste of the regional drink Chartreuse, but mixed with nasty Monster energy drink, unexplained exactly at that time what it is...but it wouldn't be our last glass ; )