Very old rocks

Well, I definitely jinxed our excursion in my last entry. Of course it was cold, windy, and wet on our excursion yesterday. Oh well. I should know to expect that from Bretagne.
It was fun anyway. Sort of. I mean, it was interesting. Sort of. First we went to Carnac to see the monoliths. It's like Stonehenge except older and in France. I didn't know they were older than Stonehenge...that is just crazy. And they really don't have any idea why they are there, whereas with Stonehenge they at least know that it has something to do with marking the sun's position (like a calendar, I think). But when it comes down to it, they are really just a bunch of very old rocks. So, I'm glad I saw them, but I think 10 minutes in a field of them would have been more than enough.

After that we went to Vannes, which is actually a town instead of just countryside. It's a little coastal medieval city, very charming, full of old buildings and traditions. I was talking to Daniel during lunch (galette with goat cheese...probably one of my favorite things ever) and he told me that you really have to go outside of Rennes to get a feel for the real Bretagne, the region. It's true...Rennes is sort of a metropolis, and though there are definitely parts of it that are celtic and medieval and super Breton, not all of it is like that. Vannes, however, appears to be a truly Breton city. Nearly every building dates to like the 4th century or something. Craziness. While we were there, we saw a group of guys dressed in completely ridiculous outfits (as in, two were dressed like leprechauns and several were dressed in drag) and one of them ran up to me, Scottie, and Natalie and was like "wait, you're walking too fast, I just need one kiss, please" and kissed each of us on the cheek, and then ran off. That is the second time I've seen a group of young guys dressed like that and doing silly things in the middle of the day, and I've decided that it's the French version of a bachelor party. So silly.
Last night, a few of us went out to celebrate Brice's birthday. Scottie and I had knitted him things and made cookies, and his reaction was more or less speechlessness, which was very cute. Brice and Yoann have been really great to us (reminder: they are two of the French students who are helpers with the program), and it's been great to have French people to hang out with all the time. We went to this pizzeria for dinner, and I found out that in France, you don't take home leftovers if you aren't able to eat all of your food at a restaurant. As in, if I asked if I could take home half a pizza, they would think I was a freak. Isn't that so weird? I think that is just bizarre. At one point last night, we played telephone (remember that game?) alternating in French and English, and it left us in stitches. It was really hilarious. You should really try it sometime with people whose language you don't speak very well. Hehe.