Cheese

I'd like to preface this with the fact that I am somewhat lactose intolerant (darn asian genes!)...

I spent a semester in college studying abroad a la Sorbonne in Paris my junior year. It was such an amazing experience. I lived down the street from the Notre Dame in the Latin Quarter. I walked by the Pantheon every day to get to my classes. I could see the Eiffel Tower in the distance from school. It was amazing. The one thing though, was that I was never all that into cheese. In fact I've been not so into dairy since I was born. But I was living in France and I was determined to find a cheese that I loved. There had to be one. So one weekend, my friends and I went to a cheese festival in the city. I tasted over 40 types of cheese and holy crap I found one that I liked! Unfortunately I had tasted over 40 types of cheese and at the end couldn't remember which one it was. I also felt sick for the next two days. I was so mad at myself. However, at the end of the semester, one of my friends threw a good bye party at their apartment and had appetizers of camembert and baguettes. Um, delicious! I finally found my cheese :) Is it gross that I'm eating camembert and petit toasts for breakfast?

Alright, I better go disinfect the cut under my eye. SF Pup got a little too excited this morning and jumped on my face while I was laying in bed. Apparently he wanted me to get up. Note to self: next time don't whistle for the dog and lay with my face next to the edge of the bed.