Just Call Me Emily Post.

I love the hospitality here. It's customary to take some kind of foody thing to your neighbors when you move in to a new place. So on Friday, I baked some cookies and took them to my neighbor:

Then, this afternoon, she returned our plate with these:

strange to our American tastebuds, but really good and they smell amazing. The bummer is that with all the food exchanging, I've still not managed to learn what her name is! I got so anxious the other day trying to remember how to say, "I baked cookies for you" I totally forgot to ask! But at least we're friends now!