arguably my favorite thing about european culture in general is the fact that they take dining and community seriously. dinner parties and barbecues and picnics and all types of shared meals are a regular, intimate, celebrated thing. real food is cooked, wine is shared in mass quantities, and there are never any televisions or distracting electronics in sight.
on this particular night, american me and my french host met up with a spanish guy, a french girl, and an italian. the italian, named sebastiano, cooked us all a delicious pasta dish at his flat near pere lechaise. everyone mostly spoke to each other in english, but there were moments where spanish, italian and french were all somehow being spoken at the same time. we friends feasted and laughed and sipped at different colored wine until we were ready to go out on the town with our very happy, very full bellies.