Quand Il Faut Partir

It is the last evening of my stay here in Besancon, France. I feel quite sad now, listening to French music, getting amazing French pastry recipes, and chatting with Randi who used to be just across the hallway some couple weeks ago.
When I look back (which is the thing to do right now, I guess) there is an awful lot of things I have done.
I have improved my French from "Don't speak" to "Can't stop talking", I have traveled to 4 big cities in France and 7 local places in Franch-Comte.
I would always joke about my family having a cow in the basement of which we have been eating everything ever since I came. Consider this: cow cheeks, liver, intestine, heart, and of course meat too.
I got to try the regional cheeses (Comte, Concoillote, Morbier, Chevre) and sausages (Morteau, Merguez) and got sick after eating one of them.
I fell in love with French pastry: pain au chocolat, pain aux amandes, tuils aux amandes, creme de caramel, creme brule, petits gateaux, etc.
I learned how to cross a street without almost looking and many other things (see down there).
I fell in love and definitely will be leaving a part of my heart in France.
Au revoir, j'espere. France, je t'aime.