Today's Bastille Day, one of the biggest holidays in France. I was invited to a fun-sounding picnic near Leesa's apartment, where they were going to serve homemade Mexican food (my absolute FAVORITE) and margaritas. In case you're wondering, Mexican food is traditionally served in French households on Bastille Day. Just kidding.
Anyway, everybody's outdoor holiday plans were ruined because someone decided it should rain today. It had been nice and sunny leading up to this but today there were pouring thunderstorms. Bummer. The picnic has been rescheduled for Sunday and darned if I'm not going to show up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
I still make the rookie expat mistake of referring to the holiday as "Bastille Day" when the French actually usually say "le quatorze juillet" (the fourteenth of July). It's very much like how many Americans say "the 4th of July" instead of "Independence Day." I'm learning.