I can't believe it's really the end! Tomorrow I take my last final, finish packing and say goodbye to my host family. This whole thing has gone by so fast! Now, I already waxed poetic about all of the things I've learned so I thought in this post I'd compile a list of things I've missed about the states, and things I'll miss about France.
First, things I've missed about America:
1. Dryers. Dryers are not environmentally friendly. Yes, I understand this. But I'm sorry, drying my clothes on a rack in the hallway does not get them nearly as soft as a dryer would.
2. Living on a college campus. I really enjoy the feeling of community I get living so close to friends at WashU. I love living in a city like Paris, and I love my host family, but I miss the WashU bubble. Also, I've never appreciated how convenient it is to have all of your classes in one place! Commuting between the 9th the 6th and the 17th everyday can get a little wearing, even with the convenience of the metro.
3. Stores that are open on Sundays. Nothing is open here on a Sunday. I mean nothing. And I, not being used to a country where the idea of 24/7 convenience is completely ridiculous, have more than once found myself without lunch on Sundays, munching on melba toast or whatever small snack I have in my room to tide me over until dinner.
Things I will miss about France:
1. Sandra's cooking. Oh. my. god. She makes the most amazing meals! Cassoulet, blanquette de veau... my tummy will be very sad to leave here.
2. Living in a walkable city. I have grown to love walking while I'm here. It's just so much more convenient to walk here than in St. Louis. The sidewalks are wide, the architecture is beautiful so there's always something to see, and everyone does it! I walk so much that despite Sandra's cooking, I've unintentionally lost a couple of pounds while in Paris.
3. Pain au chocolat. I eat about 5-7 of these a week. It's all the wonderful things about a croissant (buttery, flakey, warm) plus chocolate! What could be better?
4. Baguettes. I love that this is just standard bread. And it's cheap! I've learned to eat it and love it like the French--sans butter.
5. Free access to some of the most amazing museums in the world and weekly art history classes in the Louvre.
6. Sandra, Bruno and the boys. I really got lucky with this host family and I'll miss them all!
So, to sum up, what I miss about America is convenience, and what I will miss about France is food. Haha, I've learned so much!
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Marseille, Lyon, the last days in Paris and new opportunities
Well, it's been a long time since my last post! Things have definitely busy so there is a lot to recount since my last post!
First, December 3, one of my roommates from last summer, Jake, came for a visit from Edinburgh! It was so nice to see a friendly WashU face and I had a really great time meeting up with him and his friend Lauren for some sightseeing and drinks.
The next day, I departed for an adventure in the south of France. Lauren (a friend from my program, NOT the Lauren who came with Jake) and I spent 2 days in Marseille and one in Lyon. It was cool to experience other parts of the country besides Paris. France varies greatly between regions and cities, and Marseille especially has a culture unto itself.
Our train pulled in at around 11 in the morning. Getting off the train, I was first struck by the gale-force winds. Little did we know that winter in Marseilles is dominated by the mistrals, HUGELY powerful winds that come off the Mediterranean and threaten to blow you all the way back to Paris. But despite the weather, we wasted no time dropping our things off at the hostel before heading out to explore the city.
My first impressions were definitely mixed. We made our way from the hostel (near the train station) through some of the more residential areas towards the touristy area around the old part. These real Marseillais neighborhoods were definitely different from anything I had seen in Paris. First of all, despite the flowery late-nineteenth century architecture and lovely Mediterranean colors, the streets were covered in trash. And when I say covered, I mean that cars were parked on a solid layer of collapsed cardboard boxes.
What was most shocking, however, was the lack of women in the streets. It's such an odd thing to remark upon. Walking down the street in Paris, or St. Louis, or Waconia, not once do I think about the proportion of men to women on any given stretch of sidewalk. But, here, it was really strange. I felt very out of place and I couldn't quite place why until I realized that Lauren and I were the only two women in the street. The only explanation that I can come up with is that Marseilles has an extremely large population of immigrants from the Maghreb, and, on many levels, functions like a North African city. Walk into any boulangerie in Marseilles and the standard selection is likely to be quite different from that in Paris. In addition to the standard baguettes, croissants and pains au chocolat, you have baklava, almond cakes, and an amazing selection of Middle-Eastern and North African sweets. Sure, you can find these things in Paris, but in Marseilles this is truly standard. The fact that we, as women, felt out of place wandering the streets unaccompanied by a man, even in broad daylight, is perhaps another manifestation of that cultural influence.
All in all, it was a really eye-opening experience. I feel like I left with a much better understanding of the tension between French and North African cultures. It was really enlightening to see a city like Marseilles, where the culture really is, predominately Maghrebien, and to contrast it with Paris, and even Tours, where many still hold strong to traditional "French" culture. It's so interesting to be in France at another so formidable time in the search for their national identity. Integrating Islam is a huge point of tension across Europe, as evidenced by Switzerland's recent decision to ban all further construction of minarets. And, although I live in one of the most diverse cities in Europe, until my trip to Marseilles I didn't really comprehend the profundity of those cultural differences and the real problems they pose.
After two days in Marseilles, we hopped a train for Lyon to celebrate the Fête de Lumieres. As much as I appreciated the things I learned in Marseilles, Lyon was much more my kind of city. Italian immigrants came to the city during the Renaissance to work in the silk industry, and their influence shows in the architecture, which is a very Florentine, with lingering hints of the gothic flamboyant style that was still dominating France. The buildings the beautiful oranges, yellows, and pinks of Tuscany and feature quite courtyards and traboules, enclosed walkways linking one building to the next. We took a historical tour of these traboules and courtyards, saw the Roman ampitheatre, and just enjoyed walking around the beautiful city.
At nightfall, we really stepped up our sightseeing game. The Fête de Lumieres started about 10 years ago, but the tradition that inspired it dates back to the 17th century when Lyon was hit by the plague. Townspeople vowed to honor the Mary if the town was spared. Ever since, for this celebration, people light candles in their windows and make their way to the Basilica of Fourvière to pay tribute to the Virgin. The tradition developed into a large festival with artists installing illuminated works throughout the city. We had a wonderful time watching the fireworks, running around the city to see as many installations as possible, and of course, enjoying street food.
Since I've been back, time has been flying by. I still can't believe that I leave Paris next Thursday. Luckily, Phoebe came to visit just as the semester wraps up. It was so nice to see her again, and I shamelessly exploited her visit for the opportunity to check some things off this semester's Paris to-do list. We went to the Institut du Monde Arabe and had tea in the Mosque de Paris. We saw the Venetien Masters exhibit at the Louvre, and generally had an amazing time. The highlight of her trip though was thanks to my host family--they threw me a surprise birthday party complete with two chocolate mousse cakes and a card that almost made me cry! It was extremely nice of them.
All in all, these last few weeks have made me realize what a wonderful opportunity this has really been. I got the chance to see new places and new cultures, to appreciate the diversity of this country and experience first hand the cultural tensions that exist within it. I got to live with an amazingly kind, caring, and fun host family that I am going to miss dearly. And I even had time to study a bit! Not to mention the fact that my French has improved dramatically--I've come so far I can hardly even remember what level I started at! In the beginning, adjusting to life in a foreign country was difficult. It was hard living in a new place. Honestly, I wasn't expecting there to be as many cultural differences as there were; I wasn't expecting to have to make so many adjustments. And, although I chose to concentrate on my accomplishments with the French language, there were definitely times when I found myself wanting to function in English for a change. At the end of the day I was mentally exhausted from functioning in a different language and according to different rules. Now it feels like I've finally gotten the hang of things and it's already time to leave. I'm done with my Sorbonne classes, my last two Sweet Briar finals are this week, then it's off to England and Scotland for some traveling before heading back to the states.
However, I go with the hope that I will return soon. I was lucky enough to have been awarded an internship at the US Embassy in Paris next summer! With any luck, the details will all work out and je reviendrai à Paris l'été prochain!
Bisous à tous!
First, December 3, one of my roommates from last summer, Jake, came for a visit from Edinburgh! It was so nice to see a friendly WashU face and I had a really great time meeting up with him and his friend Lauren for some sightseeing and drinks.
The next day, I departed for an adventure in the south of France. Lauren (a friend from my program, NOT the Lauren who came with Jake) and I spent 2 days in Marseille and one in Lyon. It was cool to experience other parts of the country besides Paris. France varies greatly between regions and cities, and Marseille especially has a culture unto itself.
Our train pulled in at around 11 in the morning. Getting off the train, I was first struck by the gale-force winds. Little did we know that winter in Marseilles is dominated by the mistrals, HUGELY powerful winds that come off the Mediterranean and threaten to blow you all the way back to Paris. But despite the weather, we wasted no time dropping our things off at the hostel before heading out to explore the city.
My first impressions were definitely mixed. We made our way from the hostel (near the train station) through some of the more residential areas towards the touristy area around the old part. These real Marseillais neighborhoods were definitely different from anything I had seen in Paris. First of all, despite the flowery late-nineteenth century architecture and lovely Mediterranean colors, the streets were covered in trash. And when I say covered, I mean that cars were parked on a solid layer of collapsed cardboard boxes.
What was most shocking, however, was the lack of women in the streets. It's such an odd thing to remark upon. Walking down the street in Paris, or St. Louis, or Waconia, not once do I think about the proportion of men to women on any given stretch of sidewalk. But, here, it was really strange. I felt very out of place and I couldn't quite place why until I realized that Lauren and I were the only two women in the street. The only explanation that I can come up with is that Marseilles has an extremely large population of immigrants from the Maghreb, and, on many levels, functions like a North African city. Walk into any boulangerie in Marseilles and the standard selection is likely to be quite different from that in Paris. In addition to the standard baguettes, croissants and pains au chocolat, you have baklava, almond cakes, and an amazing selection of Middle-Eastern and North African sweets. Sure, you can find these things in Paris, but in Marseilles this is truly standard. The fact that we, as women, felt out of place wandering the streets unaccompanied by a man, even in broad daylight, is perhaps another manifestation of that cultural influence.
All in all, it was a really eye-opening experience. I feel like I left with a much better understanding of the tension between French and North African cultures. It was really enlightening to see a city like Marseilles, where the culture really is, predominately Maghrebien, and to contrast it with Paris, and even Tours, where many still hold strong to traditional "French" culture. It's so interesting to be in France at another so formidable time in the search for their national identity. Integrating Islam is a huge point of tension across Europe, as evidenced by Switzerland's recent decision to ban all further construction of minarets. And, although I live in one of the most diverse cities in Europe, until my trip to Marseilles I didn't really comprehend the profundity of those cultural differences and the real problems they pose.
After two days in Marseilles, we hopped a train for Lyon to celebrate the Fête de Lumieres. As much as I appreciated the things I learned in Marseilles, Lyon was much more my kind of city. Italian immigrants came to the city during the Renaissance to work in the silk industry, and their influence shows in the architecture, which is a very Florentine, with lingering hints of the gothic flamboyant style that was still dominating France. The buildings the beautiful oranges, yellows, and pinks of Tuscany and feature quite courtyards and traboules, enclosed walkways linking one building to the next. We took a historical tour of these traboules and courtyards, saw the Roman ampitheatre, and just enjoyed walking around the beautiful city.
At nightfall, we really stepped up our sightseeing game. The Fête de Lumieres started about 10 years ago, but the tradition that inspired it dates back to the 17th century when Lyon was hit by the plague. Townspeople vowed to honor the Mary if the town was spared. Ever since, for this celebration, people light candles in their windows and make their way to the Basilica of Fourvière to pay tribute to the Virgin. The tradition developed into a large festival with artists installing illuminated works throughout the city. We had a wonderful time watching the fireworks, running around the city to see as many installations as possible, and of course, enjoying street food.
Since I've been back, time has been flying by. I still can't believe that I leave Paris next Thursday. Luckily, Phoebe came to visit just as the semester wraps up. It was so nice to see her again, and I shamelessly exploited her visit for the opportunity to check some things off this semester's Paris to-do list. We went to the Institut du Monde Arabe and had tea in the Mosque de Paris. We saw the Venetien Masters exhibit at the Louvre, and generally had an amazing time. The highlight of her trip though was thanks to my host family--they threw me a surprise birthday party complete with two chocolate mousse cakes and a card that almost made me cry! It was extremely nice of them.
All in all, these last few weeks have made me realize what a wonderful opportunity this has really been. I got the chance to see new places and new cultures, to appreciate the diversity of this country and experience first hand the cultural tensions that exist within it. I got to live with an amazingly kind, caring, and fun host family that I am going to miss dearly. And I even had time to study a bit! Not to mention the fact that my French has improved dramatically--I've come so far I can hardly even remember what level I started at! In the beginning, adjusting to life in a foreign country was difficult. It was hard living in a new place. Honestly, I wasn't expecting there to be as many cultural differences as there were; I wasn't expecting to have to make so many adjustments. And, although I chose to concentrate on my accomplishments with the French language, there were definitely times when I found myself wanting to function in English for a change. At the end of the day I was mentally exhausted from functioning in a different language and according to different rules. Now it feels like I've finally gotten the hang of things and it's already time to leave. I'm done with my Sorbonne classes, my last two Sweet Briar finals are this week, then it's off to England and Scotland for some traveling before heading back to the states.
However, I go with the hope that I will return soon. I was lucky enough to have been awarded an internship at the US Embassy in Paris next summer! With any luck, the details will all work out and je reviendrai à Paris l'été prochain!
Bisous à tous!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Eating mousse au chocolat and doing mes devoirs
Sorry I've been absent for a little while! As the semester winds down, I'm really getting busy!
Last weekend I was in London again to celebrate Thanksgiving. Stephen's family invited me to their family dinner and I really couldn't refuse a turkey dinner for the holiday! In general, the French have strange reactions to Thanksgiving which vary from polite disinterest to flat out disbelief. My host family was pretty low key about the whole thing. They've had American students before so they get the general idea, but, as they don't really have an equivalent, I think they had trouble understanding exactly how important it is. To them, it's a minor holiday, on par with Halloween or something. When I explained that it's important to be with friends and family, that it's about celebrating relationships and being thankful, they smiled and nodded. Other students' host families had slightly funnier reactions. One of my friends explained the story of Thanksgiving to her host family (Indians teaching the pilgrims to farm and then sharing a meal together). Their reaction: That can't be a true story. If they taught you how to farm, why did you slaughter them all a hundred years later? So, needless to say, I was very happy to be able to spend the holiday in a family setting. Stephen's aunt had flown in from Austin and his cousin flew back from school in Austin so it ended up being really great. The food was delicious and they were very gracious hosts.
The next day, they treated me to a day of sightseeing! We started out the day at the Tour of London, ate lunch at a hip burger restaurant, took a flight on the London Eye and saw a show at the Old Vic staring Kevin Spacey! Afterward, we even got to meet him! All in all, it was a great day.
Saturday I hopped a train to Oxford to visit Phoebe. I had such an amazing time. First of all, it really does look like Hogwarts. Students even wear robes (for real). The town is also super cute. We walked around for a bit, ate at a café in the vaults of a 12th or 13th century church and generally had a good time. That night was a college bop: a huge party hosted by the college. This time the theme was "anything but cloths" so Phoebe and I made dresses out of plastic Thanksgiving tablecloths and had a great time.
The next day I hopped a train back to London. Unfortunately, however, Stephen's computer broke so we spent a good majority of the day running around trying to find an Apple Store that with an opening in the next 4 weeks. I was tired and London was experiencing lovely November weather (freezing rain), so I was grateful when we finally made it to his family's house for dinner.
Now I'm back in Paris and working on finishing up my final assignments! I have a paper to write for my literature class that's driving me crazy. The paper itself shouldn't be too bad, and I know that my professor is a lenient grader, but, the tutor that Sweet Briar hired to assist us in our classes is a huge pain. He's just not very nice (he told one girl that her problem isn't the language barrier, it's just that she's not very intelligent and must have that problem in English too). I have my second consultation with him tomorrow and honestly, he's adding to the stress rather than helping with it. His rude, brusque attitude just doesn't motivate me to do anything he asks me to! I just have to stay positive and remember that he does have helpful things to say, even if he isn't very tactful in his phrasing.
Last weekend I was in London again to celebrate Thanksgiving. Stephen's family invited me to their family dinner and I really couldn't refuse a turkey dinner for the holiday! In general, the French have strange reactions to Thanksgiving which vary from polite disinterest to flat out disbelief. My host family was pretty low key about the whole thing. They've had American students before so they get the general idea, but, as they don't really have an equivalent, I think they had trouble understanding exactly how important it is. To them, it's a minor holiday, on par with Halloween or something. When I explained that it's important to be with friends and family, that it's about celebrating relationships and being thankful, they smiled and nodded. Other students' host families had slightly funnier reactions. One of my friends explained the story of Thanksgiving to her host family (Indians teaching the pilgrims to farm and then sharing a meal together). Their reaction: That can't be a true story. If they taught you how to farm, why did you slaughter them all a hundred years later? So, needless to say, I was very happy to be able to spend the holiday in a family setting. Stephen's aunt had flown in from Austin and his cousin flew back from school in Austin so it ended up being really great. The food was delicious and they were very gracious hosts.
The next day, they treated me to a day of sightseeing! We started out the day at the Tour of London, ate lunch at a hip burger restaurant, took a flight on the London Eye and saw a show at the Old Vic staring Kevin Spacey! Afterward, we even got to meet him! All in all, it was a great day.
Saturday I hopped a train to Oxford to visit Phoebe. I had such an amazing time. First of all, it really does look like Hogwarts. Students even wear robes (for real). The town is also super cute. We walked around for a bit, ate at a café in the vaults of a 12th or 13th century church and generally had a good time. That night was a college bop: a huge party hosted by the college. This time the theme was "anything but cloths" so Phoebe and I made dresses out of plastic Thanksgiving tablecloths and had a great time.
The next day I hopped a train back to London. Unfortunately, however, Stephen's computer broke so we spent a good majority of the day running around trying to find an Apple Store that with an opening in the next 4 weeks. I was tired and London was experiencing lovely November weather (freezing rain), so I was grateful when we finally made it to his family's house for dinner.
Now I'm back in Paris and working on finishing up my final assignments! I have a paper to write for my literature class that's driving me crazy. The paper itself shouldn't be too bad, and I know that my professor is a lenient grader, but, the tutor that Sweet Briar hired to assist us in our classes is a huge pain. He's just not very nice (he told one girl that her problem isn't the language barrier, it's just that she's not very intelligent and must have that problem in English too). I have my second consultation with him tomorrow and honestly, he's adding to the stress rather than helping with it. His rude, brusque attitude just doesn't motivate me to do anything he asks me to! I just have to stay positive and remember that he does have helpful things to say, even if he isn't very tactful in his phrasing.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Une petite visite de mon copain :)
So much has happened since my last entry! First, the main reason I'm here: school. I aced my first round of exams. This was a real confidence booster. Thus far, I think I've been underestimating how much my French has improved. Yes, I know I can function on a day to day basis in French. But keep up with real french students? I didn't think so. It's clear proof that I'm not only comprehensible but fairly articulate in French! It's hard to evaluate how much I've improved while I'm still here, immersed in the learning process. It's good to hit a milestone like this.
In other news, Stephen came for a week-long visit! University College London gives students a week-long break around midterms to he jumped a chunnel and came to visit me. We had an amazing time. We enjoyed the Art Nouveau exhibit at the Musée d'Orsay, I dragged him to the Orangerie and Musée de Rodin, we toured the Palais Garnier and got lost in the Musée des Beaux Arts, we picnicked in Jardin du Luxembourg, we ate at L'As du Falafel, overdosed on sugar with Ladurée macarons and both chocolat chaud and a Mont Blanc at Angelina's, and we got to see Andrew Bird (my favorite musician) in concert! All in all it was a fabulous week.
I can't believe it's the middle of November! The semester has really flown past. The weather isn't even acting like it's almost winter! Today it was sunny and 57 degrees so after class, I took advantage of the weather and read a book in the Jardin du Luxembourg. It was absolutely beautiful. Looking towards the end of the semester I have a lot to check off my "To-do in Paris" list. I still haven't explored more than the Richelieu wing of the Louvre (the wing where my class is held), or seen the Musée de Cluny (the medieval arts museum), climbed to the top of the Arc du Triomphe, seen the Archaeological Crypts beneath Notre Dame... the list goes on and on. I also have some traveling to do! I'm planning a weekend in Marseille with a friend from my program. The plan is, two days there, they make our way back to Paris via Lyon for the Fête des Lumieres. It should be a lot of fun. Stephen and I also managed to plan our Christmas break trip: Edinburgh. We had originally talked about doing Venice or Prague, but plane tickets turned out to be very expensive at that time of year, so, we're taking an overnight coach bus to Scotland! It will certainly be an experience :)
In other news, Stephen came for a week-long visit! University College London gives students a week-long break around midterms to he jumped a chunnel and came to visit me. We had an amazing time. We enjoyed the Art Nouveau exhibit at the Musée d'Orsay, I dragged him to the Orangerie and Musée de Rodin, we toured the Palais Garnier and got lost in the Musée des Beaux Arts, we picnicked in Jardin du Luxembourg, we ate at L'As du Falafel, overdosed on sugar with Ladurée macarons and both chocolat chaud and a Mont Blanc at Angelina's, and we got to see Andrew Bird (my favorite musician) in concert! All in all it was a fabulous week.
I can't believe it's the middle of November! The semester has really flown past. The weather isn't even acting like it's almost winter! Today it was sunny and 57 degrees so after class, I took advantage of the weather and read a book in the Jardin du Luxembourg. It was absolutely beautiful. Looking towards the end of the semester I have a lot to check off my "To-do in Paris" list. I still haven't explored more than the Richelieu wing of the Louvre (the wing where my class is held), or seen the Musée de Cluny (the medieval arts museum), climbed to the top of the Arc du Triomphe, seen the Archaeological Crypts beneath Notre Dame... the list goes on and on. I also have some traveling to do! I'm planning a weekend in Marseille with a friend from my program. The plan is, two days there, they make our way back to Paris via Lyon for the Fête des Lumieres. It should be a lot of fun. Stephen and I also managed to plan our Christmas break trip: Edinburgh. We had originally talked about doing Venice or Prague, but plane tickets turned out to be very expensive at that time of year, so, we're taking an overnight coach bus to Scotland! It will certainly be an experience :)
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Je suis paraseuse ce weekend.
I am happy to report that I am finally feeling better. Unfortunately, that means it's time to get down to work. My blog has made it very apparent that I'm not doing much "studying" while abroad. The truth of the matter is, the French system is very different from the American system. In theory, French students spend many more hours in class every week (they take more classes and each class meets more often and for longer), but do less work outside of class. The problem is, we American students still only take 15 hours of class a week because that's what our universities will give us credit for. Plus, the light course load gives us time to travel and take advantage of all the city has to offer. Problem: this system is terrible for my study skills. For me, the less I have to do, the harder it is to get anything done. If I'm constantly running around, busy busy busy, everything seems to get done...and on time. Here, it's a different story. Because there's less to do, fewer commitments, and a less rigid daily schedule, it's hard to find a routine. That is why I am currently sitting in bed, blogging although I am still 3 acts away from the end of Le Misanthrope, dreading the in-class essay I have on Tuesday, and wishing I could be in Oxford right now where Stephen and my future roommate Shayna are visiting my friend and future-roommate Phoebe.
On the brightside, Stephen comes to visit on Monday, giving me a strict deadline by which to finish my reading: I must have my studying done by Monday. I'm getting really excited for his visit. It will give me a good excuse to jump back on the Parisian-sightseeing-bandwagon. I still have a long list of things I want to see before the end of the semester and of late, I've been traveling, sick, or attempting to study rather than venturing out into the city too much. And the scary thing is, the semester is reaching the end! I have less than a month and a half of courses left. It's so strange... I don't feel like I've been here two and a half months, the time has really flown by. Then again there are clear signs that I've been in France for quite a while: I can't remember the last time someone has responded to me in English when I speak French to them, I have been asked for directions by French people more than 5 times, I can navigate the metro like a pro (even when my usual route closes due to bomb threats) and I know which way is north, south, east and west better than I do in any American city. Plus, I eat pastries everyday and have actually lost weight without trying... I must be becoming French.
On the brightside, Stephen comes to visit on Monday, giving me a strict deadline by which to finish my reading: I must have my studying done by Monday. I'm getting really excited for his visit. It will give me a good excuse to jump back on the Parisian-sightseeing-bandwagon. I still have a long list of things I want to see before the end of the semester and of late, I've been traveling, sick, or attempting to study rather than venturing out into the city too much. And the scary thing is, the semester is reaching the end! I have less than a month and a half of courses left. It's so strange... I don't feel like I've been here two and a half months, the time has really flown by. Then again there are clear signs that I've been in France for quite a while: I can't remember the last time someone has responded to me in English when I speak French to them, I have been asked for directions by French people more than 5 times, I can navigate the metro like a pro (even when my usual route closes due to bomb threats) and I know which way is north, south, east and west better than I do in any American city. Plus, I eat pastries everyday and have actually lost weight without trying... I must be becoming French.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Le Bon et La Grippe
Hello everyone! Sorry it's been such a long time since my last post. Life has really gotten crazy in both good and not so good ways. Let's start with the good:
My mom, Cheryl and Nancy just finished up their visit! It was so nice to see them and we had a really fabulous time. The weekend before last I met them in Tuscany. My mom had found a little villa in Lajatico through an agrotourism website so we were lucky enough to stay on a real Tuscan farm that produces its own olive oil, wine, grappa, and eggs. We kept busy visiting Volterra, San Gimingano, Lucca, Florence and Pisa, and even took a cooking class! I am proud to say that I can now make my own pasta from scratch! All in all, the weekend was amazing.
On Sunday evening, mom and the aunts followed me back to Paris. They had fun sightseeing while I was in class, and I managed to meet up with them as much as possible. Some highlights: tour of the Palais Garnier (which I had never done before), St. Chapelle (as beautiful as always), the Musée D'Orsay (still my favorite museum in the world, espicially with the current "Art Nouveau Revisited" exhibit), and L'As du Falafel (the famous falafel restaurant in the Marais). By far the best part of the trip however, was dinner with my host family. My host mom was so excited to meet my family and she invited them all to dinner. It was amazing! The boys were all dressed up in little plaid pants and sweaters and they tried to speak English. Amaury (11) was especially adorable because he's normally very shy, but this time was the first to show off his English. For dinner we had radishes (the french way: dipped in salt and eaten with buttered baguette), an amazing veal dish (slow-cooked in white wine for 36 hours...not exaggerating), cheese and cake. It was probably the best meal of my life. I have never tasted anything as amazing as that veal. To top it off, my host mom Sondra was completely adorable. She spoke in English with her French accent and entertained everyone. It was a perfect evening.
Friday morning we hopped a chunnel to London! This was the first weekend I've really done the touristy thing in London. Yes, I've seen a few sights visiting Stephen, but I was saving all of the big things to do with the Family. We started off strong Friday afternoon with a double-decker bus tour that gave us a chance to see all the sights and orient ourselves in the city. That night we met up with Stephen for Indian food. Yum. Saturday we met up at Portobella Market in the morning and browsed the antiques before heading off to Harrods in the afternoon. That night we saw Thriller the musical (which was a lot of fun from our fourth row seats!) and afterwards, Stephen and I went to a Halloween party at his dorm. Sunday we took in the National Portrait Gallery, Trafalgar Square and the British Museum (which was insanely crowded because they were holding special events for Dia de los Muertos) before heading back to Harrods.
Now I'm back in Paris, sans family and with the grippe. That's right, I think I have the flu. One of the downsides to living in a family with four young boys is that you are exposed to every germ imaginable. And, considering that every time something goes around I inevitably catch it, now that they have the flu, so do I. The timing wasn't so great either: today was my first Latin exam. It's shocking, I know, I actually have to study abroad. Needless to say, considering the time I spent with the family instead of studying, and my sick, foggy-headedness, I was not in top form for the exam. But on the bright side, according to the French system, this one isn't actually required. The only grade that is actually required is your final exam. All others are considered "optional," they can only help your grade. The plan is to do better the next time around.
The exam lasted the first hour of class and I skipped out on the second half and came home to sleep. I didn't wake up until my host dad knocked on my door 4.5 hours later to tell me dinner was ready. I think I needed that nap. Now, I've been awake for about 2 hours and I'm just about ready to go to bed again. I'll try to be more prompt with the next post!
My mom, Cheryl and Nancy just finished up their visit! It was so nice to see them and we had a really fabulous time. The weekend before last I met them in Tuscany. My mom had found a little villa in Lajatico through an agrotourism website so we were lucky enough to stay on a real Tuscan farm that produces its own olive oil, wine, grappa, and eggs. We kept busy visiting Volterra, San Gimingano, Lucca, Florence and Pisa, and even took a cooking class! I am proud to say that I can now make my own pasta from scratch! All in all, the weekend was amazing.
On Sunday evening, mom and the aunts followed me back to Paris. They had fun sightseeing while I was in class, and I managed to meet up with them as much as possible. Some highlights: tour of the Palais Garnier (which I had never done before), St. Chapelle (as beautiful as always), the Musée D'Orsay (still my favorite museum in the world, espicially with the current "Art Nouveau Revisited" exhibit), and L'As du Falafel (the famous falafel restaurant in the Marais). By far the best part of the trip however, was dinner with my host family. My host mom was so excited to meet my family and she invited them all to dinner. It was amazing! The boys were all dressed up in little plaid pants and sweaters and they tried to speak English. Amaury (11) was especially adorable because he's normally very shy, but this time was the first to show off his English. For dinner we had radishes (the french way: dipped in salt and eaten with buttered baguette), an amazing veal dish (slow-cooked in white wine for 36 hours...not exaggerating), cheese and cake. It was probably the best meal of my life. I have never tasted anything as amazing as that veal. To top it off, my host mom Sondra was completely adorable. She spoke in English with her French accent and entertained everyone. It was a perfect evening.
Friday morning we hopped a chunnel to London! This was the first weekend I've really done the touristy thing in London. Yes, I've seen a few sights visiting Stephen, but I was saving all of the big things to do with the Family. We started off strong Friday afternoon with a double-decker bus tour that gave us a chance to see all the sights and orient ourselves in the city. That night we met up with Stephen for Indian food. Yum. Saturday we met up at Portobella Market in the morning and browsed the antiques before heading off to Harrods in the afternoon. That night we saw Thriller the musical (which was a lot of fun from our fourth row seats!) and afterwards, Stephen and I went to a Halloween party at his dorm. Sunday we took in the National Portrait Gallery, Trafalgar Square and the British Museum (which was insanely crowded because they were holding special events for Dia de los Muertos) before heading back to Harrods.
Now I'm back in Paris, sans family and with the grippe. That's right, I think I have the flu. One of the downsides to living in a family with four young boys is that you are exposed to every germ imaginable. And, considering that every time something goes around I inevitably catch it, now that they have the flu, so do I. The timing wasn't so great either: today was my first Latin exam. It's shocking, I know, I actually have to study abroad. Needless to say, considering the time I spent with the family instead of studying, and my sick, foggy-headedness, I was not in top form for the exam. But on the bright side, according to the French system, this one isn't actually required. The only grade that is actually required is your final exam. All others are considered "optional," they can only help your grade. The plan is to do better the next time around.
The exam lasted the first hour of class and I skipped out on the second half and came home to sleep. I didn't wake up until my host dad knocked on my door 4.5 hours later to tell me dinner was ready. I think I needed that nap. Now, I've been awake for about 2 hours and I'm just about ready to go to bed again. I'll try to be more prompt with the next post!
Monday, October 19, 2009
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