Which is actually quite ironic, because I used to detest grapefruit. Maybe I made this up, but I think I learned in one of my psychology classes that your tastebuds physically change over the course of your life. So that as a kid, you may hate a certain food, like grapefruit or broccoli, but when you get older, your tastebuds change without your knowledge. One day you decide to try the detested food again and are pleasantly surprised when it is delicious. Such is my experience with pamplemousse.
At chez Marie France, she came home with a bunch of pamplemousse, and as it was early in my bread-only lifestyle, I was desperate for anything else. It was unbelievably delicious, and now I cannot get enough of it. Somehow, without my knowledge I changed, my tasts changed, allowing me a delightful treat.. everyday.
This is similar to how I have been in France. I don't remember ever changing, but somehow when I arrived here, it just seemed to fit. Most of the French think I am French, and they give me a chance to speak French (not true for many of my American friends). Some unperceptable change occured that allowed me to move here and blend in immediately.
If I am now able to delight, then delight I shall.