My host had two guests for dinner. A doctor who brought cake she had made and an Italian man who cooked a spaghetti dinner for us. I thought maybe dinner would be at 8 as usual but we didn’t sit down to eat until 9 and I excused myself at 10. I thought I would have plenty of time to blog, but here it is at 10 and I will again not get enough sleep tonight. Between the guests and the host, there was a lot of loud cross talk which made it hard to understand the French being spoken. No formalities at this table. The real Italian spaghetti with cheese (no tomato) and the cake with raspberry ice cream was very good.