The New Years weekend at Emilie's mother's in France was very nice. We cross-country skied each day and otherwise just relaxed. Nonetheless, all the French speaking was exhausting for me. Fortunately, though, I've drastically improved my "I didn't quite follow what you just said, but am just going to smile and nod my head like I did" body language.
The snow on New Years Eve was pretty soft due to some rain in the morning, which made the skiing exhausting. At least there's a lot of snow this year, though. The whole area was blanketed.
For New Years Eve we had dinner with a number of Emilie's aunts and uncles. The main course: fresh oysters from Brittany that were shucked by Emilie's mom.
The snow conditions were much better the next two days, which made the skiing a lot more fun. On New Years Day we went in the late afternoon and finished just before sunset, allowing for a nice picture.
To wrap things up, here's a photo of what Emilie had for dinner last night: escargots. This is one "delicacy" that I definitely can't stomach. Though I'm sure they just taste like garlic and butter, the thought of eating snails disgusts me.
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