Cent dix huit...deux cent dix huit

It was sooooooo good to see the Dupuis last night. I was finally able to meet their daughter, Coralie, and she was great like the rest of them! I unfortunately was not able to ride from Morges to Nyon on the back of a motorcylce because it was raining....but I did get to see Jacquotte's Harley and I took a picture of it because it was so pretty. She told me that since they bought it last January they have no more money to go on vacation. Haha.

They opened two bottles of Champagne, which we finished bien sur because both Coralie and Gwennael had passed their exams. It was a fete all around. I got to see Roger Federer win Wimbeldon for the fifth time. (I know! I actually was able to watch TV!)

We then ate pieces of meat, I know it sounds ridiculous but just keep reading. There were little bits of chicken, beef, cheval, lamb, etc. and we put them on a grill in the middle of the table and grilled them ourselves. Marco made his excellent vinagrette for me and Swiss wine was served. It was great! Everyone was merry. We talked and talked and talked about everything that had happened in the last year.

Coralie knows a little English so she would translate or help me find the correct words in French and I would help her out with grammar. I know, all my English major friends are probably wincing. But it was great. They reminded me of a French commercial for calling collect that had an awful jingle 'cent dix huit, deux cent dix huit' It would get stuck in my head for days at a time.

After we parted, Coralie, Gwen and I went to the Fisherman's Pub where we met up with some of Coralie's friends. It was a great night overall. Except for the part where I got stuck in Morges and thankfully found a taxi to take me home. That was a little scary.

I wish that I lived closer to them so we could see each other more often.