I see London, I see… ?

Last night, with only four days left in Paris, I witnessed something so terrible that it made me want to get on a plane and leave right away.

I saw my host “dad” naked.

Let me start by saying that IT WAS NOT MY FAULT. As I blogged about earlier, my host family was SUPPOSED to be at one of their country homes. I know now that Guillaume, my host dad, left work too late and they weren’t able to leave till this morning.

So ANYWAY, I thought it was just me and Eug at the house, and she was in the shower. I had left my grammar book on the kitchen table, so I went downstairs to retrieve it. I heard the TV on in the next room, and I thought I must have accidentally left it on after watching “Superman” in French earlier (it was really something, let me tell ya), so I continued into the next room to turn it off.

It took me a second after I entered the room to realize that Guillaume was sitting NAKED on the couch, watching TV.

Of course, I freaked out and just screamed “Désolée! Désolée!” (Sorry) and averted my eyes.

Guillaume, meanwhile, didn’t move a muscle. He just said casually, “Ce n’est pas grave.” (It’s no big deal.)

My thoughts: Ummm…
a) Why are you still here?
b) Why are you naked?
c) Why are you—Omigah, you’re sitting on the couch?!

By the way, I am NOT going to sit on that couch EVER again.

Weirded out,

Kate