Family Number Two

After Paris, I had a couple of days before heading off to London. My current host family was off to the sea in France. Therefore, we arranged for me to stay for a couple of nights at my second host family. They are a family of 5, and I can tell that I, again, will be going into welcoming and loving home. Whatever good deed I did in a past life, I’m getting rewarded for it by three amazing host families. The father of my second family, Stephane Watillon is a kind, quiet man – the president of my host club who works as a notary – a full-time, much more involved job in Belgium than it is in the United States. Dominique is his wife – an energetic woman who always ready to smile. Their oldest daughter, Adeline, is a freshman in college. Claire is about my age, though she is a grade older than me in school (I’m in the equivalent of junior year, she in senior year) and we seem to have plenty in common. The youngest is Olivier who is I would like to say 14 or 15. He’s a funny kid – always making jokes (which I understand about half the time on a good day) and ready to laugh. Everyone is extremely friendly. And as sad I already know I’ll feel to leave my home here, my new family here, I am comforted I’ll be going to live with the Watillons.