On the morning of our first Saturday in France, Aurelia, her parents, little brother and I all piled into their car for the hour long ride north to the beach at Etretat to see the famous cliffs. First, however, we idled at the end of her street fiddling with the GPS and a messy stack of very confusing maps. Mrs. Metois could not seem to understand the fact that the word 'plage' is not a valid address. Once we were underway, the car ride there was very fun. We talked and joked around and made fun of Aurelia's frustration with driving a stick shift. But to be honest, for the life of me I can not understand how people can use those things at all. Once we got there, we met up with some of the other kids from the exchange and aurelia's family went off to grab lunch somewhere. Then, despite the light rain and freezing cold weather, we all ran onto the beach and skipped rocks and threw seaweed at each other before trekking up the giant cliff side. We were all struck by how beautiful it was, even in the wet weather. Then, we were all desperate for some warmth, so we all ran back down to the town on a mad dash for coffee, crêpes, and heaters. The rest of the afternoon was spent huddled together in a tiny cafe talking, playing cards, and consuming mass amounts of nutella. By the time Aurelia and I met back up with her family, we were so exhausted we slept the entire way back. Then, we spent the evening talking together, making card castles, and watching movies in our pajamas and slippers. And that is how I spent my first Sunday in France.