Day TWENTY NINE. You cannot find happiness in perfection.

Day TWENTYNINE. You cannot find happiness in perfection. Today's only class was a lecture on fruit. Fruit from all over the world. Berries, citrus, exotic, and stone fruits. I thought it was funny that AZ/CA did not make the citrus growers of the world map...and no I did not raise my hand and say they are in my parents backyard again. I don't want people to think I live in a forest. The chef you led it, was interactive with us, and actually had twenty six fruits for us to hold in our hands, and even taste them too! Tamarillos, were sweet smelling, but tasted like what I imagine sewage to taste like. Chef definitely has a sense of humor for telling us that after we all tried it. Mangosteens, granadillas, curuba, were the others I had never heard of. The oddest looking one of all was the snake fruit. Seriously has a skin that looks like a snakeskin. We didn't eat that one. After learning all about fruits, class dismissed, and that was that for the day. After school eight of us went to lunch. The group is getting bigger. We went to Lebanese food at a place called Yalla Yalla. Honestly, it was Greek to me. No really, same things as Greek food, moussaka, falafel, babaganoush... I got falafel & a haloumi cheese/olive/tomato salad. I like haloumi cheese a lot. It was all solo good. Devin and I chatted once about how the food tastes different here. To me it tastes fresher, more vibrant, more flavorful, more colorful (if it's possible to taste the color you can here). I've enjoyed every eat I've had out. I wish I could eat out for every meal, but my budget and waistline won't appreciate that. It was really a good lively conversation, and I like getting to know my classmates better. We have an honorary member, MaineAustria, who hangs out with us more than his class group. He's funny, calm, and keeps the pace with all of the girls he has to deal with everyday. Out of 42 in our intensive program, he and Hong Kong are the only guys. Sorry ladies. He's taken. As we were walking back to the tube, Maltese told Essex and I that five were going out for a drink. I decided to go along, it was either that or study. I also thought it was strange to go for a drink as all five of them had drinks at the place we just left. Oh well. Their money. We had a lovely time at a cute pub down a street the size of two sidewalks. I got water, and the rest got drinks. Two hours later when the conversation had a lull we headed off our ways to get on with our evenings. My evening was buying a cookie on the way home. With all the desserts I make I was craving a chocolate chip cookie. The equivalent of a a nicer paradise bakery was on the walk home out of the tube. They only had chocolate chocolate chip. I thought that would satisfy, I should know better. Eating a cookie that had the texture cardboard I managed to get it down. Looking at the grocery store next door I probably would have been better off with a store bought packaged cookie, but I am not that desperate...yet. It is a little after 9 and I am exhausted. I have school tomorrow at 8am, so I better be headed to bed soon. Oh! I almost forgot! The title of this entry comes from the conversation at the pub when Poland was talking about body image, she randomly said "You cannot find happiness in perfection." We all the talked about how true that is for everything in life. Family. Job. Home. Friends. Travel. Boyfriends. Everything. We choose to be happy with what we have, and be glad that nothing is perfect.