Chocolate...

After a particularly intense week---probably our most intense week studying trauma, dreaming up peace justice packages for Sri Lanka and dealing with our own lovely internal conflict---we went on a very welcome outing to the Cuiller chocolate factory. I was a bit disappointed to learn it was owned by Nestle, but the chocolate was still very good. I mean it wasn't like Hershey, Pennsylvania with its cute little Hershey kiss lamp posts, kiddie roller coasters and the overpowering smell of chocolate as you drove into town...but it wasn't like Scharffen Berger in Berkeley either where they let you look at the actual machinery. It was definitely its own thing...with ladies in space-agey aluminum foil aprons and sashes leading you through black rooms...to stare at multi-media presentation flashing on the walls, the ceiling, the floor....I mean, see below, it looks like Firas here is in a night club.....but he's really just at the chocolate factory:
But we did get to eat chocolate...and lots of it...here's Linda (and Firas)
And here's my roomie Emma:
We could eat all we wanted...so we did...