Pre-Rome Why My host parents are fantastic.

Direct Convo from dinner tonight: (Translated for the ease of my audience)
Host-Mom (HM): When do you leave?
Me: In an hour, I will leave the house at 9
HM: oh for the 945 train
Me: yeah
HM: Tomorrow right?
Me: actually tonight
HM: What? I thought it was tomorrow! I didn't pack you a snack!!
Me: that's fine, I think I'll just take a piece a fruit. Maybe a bananna.
HM: I have pommepotes (drinkable apple sauce) downstairs.
Me: I'm fine with a bananna.
HM: You could take a bananna and a pommepotes. And some cookies too!
Me: Um..
HM: or two pommepotes!
HD (dad): or two bannana of course! Or two banannas and three pommepotes!
Me: Um...
HM: Let me show you where they are in the basement!

What I ended up with:
A bananna, an orange, an entire sleeve of Prince cookies, and a pommepote.
Just in case anyone was wondering what I'll be snacking on for the next 13 hours on my way to Rome...