Bon Anniversaire!
As a result of my terrible blogging, I have decided to make one collective post about all of our great birthday celebrations we have had over the last few months. Birthdays are always special, and I know my friends were all a bit a bit worried about spending them away from their family and friends from home, but I think (or at least hope) it is safe to say that we at DomoFrance have become a family, so having a birthday in Bordeaux was, yes still very different, but was equally as special as being home.
Victoria Centeno: April 8
Vicky's birthday was on Friday, but we began our celebration on Thursday night, of course! Thinking we, Andy and I, had purchased tickets to see an orchestra at Grand Theatre, we put on our nice dresses and headed into town for what we thought would be an evening of elegance. Turns out that the performance was actually in Palais de Sports- a non-air conditioned arena (on one of the hottest days we have had). While the performance was beautiful, let's just say the atmosphere was not what we expected, so we left at intermission in favor of enjoying some wine with friends at Place de la Bourse. The night ended with Mary taking a tumble of a park bench, Vicky covered in wine, and all of us ready to continue celebrating Vicky's birthday. We woke up extremely early for our standards, 7:00, to cook her a birthday breakfast before class. As I dragged my groggy body out of bed, I could not help but be excited so see her face when she walked in. We had a really nice morning just sitting around talking, eating, and giving Vicky her present from all of us, thanks in most part to Jemma. Jemma drew a picture of all of us at the beach, and we each signed the frame for Vicky; I hope she liked it! Vicky is an incredible artist, as is Jemma, so they both truly appreciate and treasure the intricacy of drawing. The rest of the day Vicky relaxed and enjoyed the company of a visiting friend while we all ran our respective errands before meeting for a picnic dinner in Place de la Bourse. It was just so nice to be all together on a beautiful night, in a beautiful place. I had to leave early and was kind of missing in action for the rest of the weekend because we had a soccer tournament (finished last overall, but I had such a great time playing soccer again). However, I know the rest of the group made Vicky's weekend incredibly special. They had a birthday brunch with Annie's home made scones and infamous chocolate cake followed by a day at the pool. Now 23 years old, I hope this birthday was one our beautiful Vicky will remember fondly.
Megan Darcy: April 17
Megan's real birthday was over our Easter break, so we had to give her a proper celebration before that. Scheming as usual, we all decided to pitch in and treat her to the Adele concert in Madrid! As much as I would love to say it was purely selfless, Jemma and I were dying to go as well, so it was a win-win; a weekend in Spain with some of my best girls and the Adele concert. Megan was thrilled when we told her, about two weeks before we were set to leave, but I was even more thrilled to be able to do something like this for her. So, we all, Megan, Jemma, Jody, Mary, Annie, and I, packed our things for a quick weekend and headed off. Friday, due to several plane delays,we did not arrive in Madrid until late, so food and bed were the only things on our mind. In another twist of events, the hostel we booked online was full, so we were taken across the street to this sort of house/ home combination. We literally had to walk through these people's living room in order to get to our bedroom! We felt as if we were invading their privacy, but the rooms were clean and the location was perfect, so we could not complain. In the midst of dinner, I got a call from Cece, who was in Spain for the weekend with her family, so they came and met us! I just adore Cece and her parents, so it was so wonderful seeing them. Saturday morning we went our separate ways, Jody, Annie, Cece, and I went to the Prado while the others went sight seeing, and then we met in Retiro park for our traditional picnic lunch. I split away for the second half of the day in order to make it to the Reina Sofia while some of the girls went shopping and the others enjoyed muchas sangrias! We met back at the hostel/ home to get ready for the concert. All I can say is Adele is one of the most talented artists of our generation, and I was almost in tears listening to her effortlessly sing "Someone Like You." I had another one of those moments where it seems that time stands still and you have neared perfect happiness while hearing this live performance in the company of two of my best friends. After our emotional concert, we headed back to our hostel/home to gear up for our evening at Kapital- a seven story disco... enough said. 5:30 later, we hit our pillows to get in as much sleep as possible before our flight the next afternoon. The concert was more than we could have ever expected and listening to Adele perform her album 21 while bringing in Megan's 21st birthday was more than fitting.
Jemma Schilling: May 6
How do you repay or truly show your appreciation for someone who constantly gives and gives and never asks for anything in return? This is the question we were all struggling to answer as we began planning Jemma's birthday surprise. After weeks of thought and sneaking around, we settled on a home made cookbook and coffee cup. The cookbook was a compilation of a all the recipes we have concocted while being here, one from each resident of DomoFrance, and was decorated with pictures of some of our best memories. Jemma is our master chef here at Domo, so we figured she would appreciate it. In true Australian fashion, Jemma's only demand was that we have a barbecue on Friday, her birthday, and sit outside and drink beer all day- none of us were complaining. So, that is exactly what we did. Megan brought her couch outside, we heated up the barbecue, drank some beers, listened to music, and celebrated our amazing friend Jemma. We kept it low key that evening because we had to be up at 8:30 to catch the bus outside BEM for San Sebastian, Spain. The Melting Potes organized one last hoorah trip for us to the beautiful beaches of northern Spain. Saturday was very rainy, cold day, so we had no choice but to hang out inside and take in the Spanish culture via Sangria! It is Jemma's favorite, so we can just say we all did it for Jemma! That evening we had dinner with everyone from BEM at a restaurant and followed that with a visit to a night club, which I did not make it to (it was too late for me, back to the hostel I went). The girls, however, had some pretty interesting storied for me in the morning- most notably was Sarah's sprint back to our hostel after she had made Annie crazy all night searching for a bag and shoes she did not even bring out, oh and we must not forget that she ran home in Annie's shoes which she stole off of her feet! Annie walked home barefoot to a game of cards and coffee with the bell man while Sarah went straight to bed after her exhausting work out! I seriously adore my friends! The weather on Sunday would not have been more perfect, so we lounged on the beach all morning until it was time to hop back on the bus to Bordeaux. I only hope that we were able to reciprocate an inkling of the love and kindness that Jemma has shown us over these past five months, and I hope that we made her day as memorable as she has made every day for us.
Victoria Centeno: April 8
Vicky's birthday was on Friday, but we began our celebration on Thursday night, of course! Thinking we, Andy and I, had purchased tickets to see an orchestra at Grand Theatre, we put on our nice dresses and headed into town for what we thought would be an evening of elegance. Turns out that the performance was actually in Palais de Sports- a non-air conditioned arena (on one of the hottest days we have had). While the performance was beautiful, let's just say the atmosphere was not what we expected, so we left at intermission in favor of enjoying some wine with friends at Place de la Bourse. The night ended with Mary taking a tumble of a park bench, Vicky covered in wine, and all of us ready to continue celebrating Vicky's birthday. We woke up extremely early for our standards, 7:00, to cook her a birthday breakfast before class. As I dragged my groggy body out of bed, I could not help but be excited so see her face when she walked in. We had a really nice morning just sitting around talking, eating, and giving Vicky her present from all of us, thanks in most part to Jemma. Jemma drew a picture of all of us at the beach, and we each signed the frame for Vicky; I hope she liked it! Vicky is an incredible artist, as is Jemma, so they both truly appreciate and treasure the intricacy of drawing. The rest of the day Vicky relaxed and enjoyed the company of a visiting friend while we all ran our respective errands before meeting for a picnic dinner in Place de la Bourse. It was just so nice to be all together on a beautiful night, in a beautiful place. I had to leave early and was kind of missing in action for the rest of the weekend because we had a soccer tournament (finished last overall, but I had such a great time playing soccer again). However, I know the rest of the group made Vicky's weekend incredibly special. They had a birthday brunch with Annie's home made scones and infamous chocolate cake followed by a day at the pool. Now 23 years old, I hope this birthday was one our beautiful Vicky will remember fondly.
Megan Darcy: April 17
Megan's real birthday was over our Easter break, so we had to give her a proper celebration before that. Scheming as usual, we all decided to pitch in and treat her to the Adele concert in Madrid! As much as I would love to say it was purely selfless, Jemma and I were dying to go as well, so it was a win-win; a weekend in Spain with some of my best girls and the Adele concert. Megan was thrilled when we told her, about two weeks before we were set to leave, but I was even more thrilled to be able to do something like this for her. So, we all, Megan, Jemma, Jody, Mary, Annie, and I, packed our things for a quick weekend and headed off. Friday, due to several plane delays,we did not arrive in Madrid until late, so food and bed were the only things on our mind. In another twist of events, the hostel we booked online was full, so we were taken across the street to this sort of house/ home combination. We literally had to walk through these people's living room in order to get to our bedroom! We felt as if we were invading their privacy, but the rooms were clean and the location was perfect, so we could not complain. In the midst of dinner, I got a call from Cece, who was in Spain for the weekend with her family, so they came and met us! I just adore Cece and her parents, so it was so wonderful seeing them. Saturday morning we went our separate ways, Jody, Annie, Cece, and I went to the Prado while the others went sight seeing, and then we met in Retiro park for our traditional picnic lunch. I split away for the second half of the day in order to make it to the Reina Sofia while some of the girls went shopping and the others enjoyed muchas sangrias! We met back at the hostel/ home to get ready for the concert. All I can say is Adele is one of the most talented artists of our generation, and I was almost in tears listening to her effortlessly sing "Someone Like You." I had another one of those moments where it seems that time stands still and you have neared perfect happiness while hearing this live performance in the company of two of my best friends. After our emotional concert, we headed back to our hostel/home to gear up for our evening at Kapital- a seven story disco... enough said. 5:30 later, we hit our pillows to get in as much sleep as possible before our flight the next afternoon. The concert was more than we could have ever expected and listening to Adele perform her album 21 while bringing in Megan's 21st birthday was more than fitting.
Jemma Schilling: May 6
How do you repay or truly show your appreciation for someone who constantly gives and gives and never asks for anything in return? This is the question we were all struggling to answer as we began planning Jemma's birthday surprise. After weeks of thought and sneaking around, we settled on a home made cookbook and coffee cup. The cookbook was a compilation of a all the recipes we have concocted while being here, one from each resident of DomoFrance, and was decorated with pictures of some of our best memories. Jemma is our master chef here at Domo, so we figured she would appreciate it. In true Australian fashion, Jemma's only demand was that we have a barbecue on Friday, her birthday, and sit outside and drink beer all day- none of us were complaining. So, that is exactly what we did. Megan brought her couch outside, we heated up the barbecue, drank some beers, listened to music, and celebrated our amazing friend Jemma. We kept it low key that evening because we had to be up at 8:30 to catch the bus outside BEM for San Sebastian, Spain. The Melting Potes organized one last hoorah trip for us to the beautiful beaches of northern Spain. Saturday was very rainy, cold day, so we had no choice but to hang out inside and take in the Spanish culture via Sangria! It is Jemma's favorite, so we can just say we all did it for Jemma! That evening we had dinner with everyone from BEM at a restaurant and followed that with a visit to a night club, which I did not make it to (it was too late for me, back to the hostel I went). The girls, however, had some pretty interesting storied for me in the morning- most notably was Sarah's sprint back to our hostel after she had made Annie crazy all night searching for a bag and shoes she did not even bring out, oh and we must not forget that she ran home in Annie's shoes which she stole off of her feet! Annie walked home barefoot to a game of cards and coffee with the bell man while Sarah went straight to bed after her exhausting work out! I seriously adore my friends! The weather on Sunday would not have been more perfect, so we lounged on the beach all morning until it was time to hop back on the bus to Bordeaux. I only hope that we were able to reciprocate an inkling of the love and kindness that Jemma has shown us over these past five months, and I hope that we made her day as memorable as she has made every day for us.
Italia
There is simply no way to do this post justice, so I am just going to give a little summary of each city and do my best to capture the incredibility that was my entire Easter vacation week.
Stop #1: Paris
Andy and I were early to rise on Friday morning to catch our first train of the trip from Bordeaux to Paris. We got in to the city by 10:00, found our hostel which was less than desirable (we couldn't even get into our room until after 4:00), and then set out to give Andy a whirlwind tour of the city of lights. We climbed the Arc de Triumph, went up to the top of the Eiffel Tower in true couple fashion, and even did some shopping on the Champs Elysees. The day was packed full, and we finished it off with a spaghetti dinner with our friend from Bordeaux. The next morning Andy and I were up before the sun because we had to catch a bus to the Beauvais airport (word to the wise, pay the extra money and fly Air France- the savings is not worth the headache!).
Stop #2: Venice
Our flight landed in Venice Saturday afternoon, and we were thrilled to find Leah in the airport! We got our bearings and headed over to the island of Venice via bus. The first day, Saturday, we explored Venice and San Marco square and ran into a friendly high school face, Josh Weiss (life is just too funny sometimes). Sunday we started off the day with an unexpected Palm Sunday Mass in San Marco Basilica; it was beautiful Then we day tripped to the glass making island of Murano for a glass blowing display followed by a short stop over to the colorful Burano. Venice was unassumingly in its beauty, and it was the ideal start to our adventure. Monday we were, once again, up early after a bit of a train scare to catch our next train!
Stop #3: Florence (Cinque Terre and Pisa)
We passed the train ride with some quick power naps and then were ready to take on another city. It was absolutely perfect seeing Casey- it just further solidified our unspoken bond and mutual understanding of one another-, and it was just what I needed at the time. She was the perfect tour guide, and she showed us around her gorgeous city like a lifelong resident. She has just truly blossomed there, and it was lovely to witness. One of the highlights of the trip was running into so many friends from home- Cece, Annalise, Emily, and Mary Taylor were all in Florence when we were! We spent some time catching up with them over gelato and apperativo (the greatest Italian invention- you order a drink, any drink, for 5-8 Euros ad then you get a buffet dinner!) My favorite sight has to be Piazelle Michelangelo- we climbed it twice, and there is something so moving about feeling like you are on top of the entire city. Casey and I had a mind clearing run up here one night, and it is a moment I absolutely treasure. We also went inside the Duomo, saw the David at Academia, and crossed the Ponte Vecchio. I honestly fell in love with Florence, and I cannot wait to return. It has so much history and is a sort of little, big city. On Tuesday of our stay, we trained in to the Cinque Terre- a series of five Italian cities carved into the coast-, and the beauty we saw while walking Lovers Lane cannot be explained. Next it was a quick stop in Pisa to take the infamous "leaning tower" pictures before returning back to Florence. We left Casey on Thursday morning as she headed to Greece and we boarded the train to Sorrento (well kind of).
Stop #4: Sorrento
We arrived on the coast lying city of Sorrento in the middle of the afternoon on Thursday after taking the train from Florence to Naples and the transferring to a local train to get to the city of Sorrento. The first day we just stayed in the city after braving the street from our camp ground “hut” into the city. The next day, we went to the port in the morning for our boat ride to Capri. Once on the island, we took a boat tour around and then went to explore the blue grotto- a sort of cave that appears to be blue because of the way the sun strikes the entrance. It was a sight to see, and I am glad we all did it together. After the boat tour, we spent some time in the town of Capri and, while walking, Leah and I ran into Amanda Oates from UT and her friends! We spent the afternoon catching up before heading back to Sorrento to get our train to Naples (where a necessary stop was made for the infamous pizza) and then to Rome.
Stop #5: Rome
Late Friday evening, around 11:30, we set foot in Rome. It was so unreal being back in the city that I visited almost three years ago with my family on my first visit to Europe. After getting off the train, we had some difficulty navigating to our hotel, and we didn’t make it there until almost 1:00 in the morning. Wrecked from the day, we slept soundly in our oasis of a hotel to rest up for the days ahead of us. Saturday we hit the ground running, starting the day at the Vatican, getting lunch at Rosciolli’s near the Pantheon, and concluding the day with a tour of the Coliseum and a coffee across the street. It was all as beautiful as I remembered, and I just wanted to make it as special for Leah and Andy as it was for me. Sunday, Easter, we made our way to St. Peters for Easter Mass said by the Pope. These few hours were some of the most surreal of my life. I felt so blessed to be there and to be in the company of such incredible friends. After our religious experience, we did some necessary exploration of the city, popping into stores and picking up souvenirs like Andy’s Italian cookbooks. Following lunch, we made our way to the Trevi Fountain where we met Ben from UT! We caught up very quickly and then he walked us to the Roman Forum where we walked through the ancient Roman ruins of Nero. As the sun was setting, we found ourselves atop the Spanish Steps- things couldn’t have been better. We ended our stay in Rome with some Italian pasta and gelato for Leah.
I had the trip of a lifetime in one week and the company of two of my favorite people. Grazie Italia.
The Perfect Sunday in Bordeaux
Yes, I have been incredibly slow on my blog updates, and I hope that I will eventually catch up, but I thought I would post about my Bordelais Sunday. Fun fact number one, May 1 is not just the birth date of one of the most incredible people I know, Mr. Quinten Busey, it is Labor Day here in France. Why, you may ask, is this relevant to my story? Well when you celebrate Labor Day, that means that those who normally work on Sundays, like the bus and tram drivers, are given the day off. For those of us whom live in Talence with access to an automobile, a small suburb about 45 minutes walking from Bordeaux, 20 minutes via tram, this slightly complicates the process of getting into Bordeaux. Considering we had great plans for yesterday morning- the Sunday market, coffee by the river, Bordeaux exploration- we had to find a way in!
Our thoughts immediately drifted to the multitude of public bicycles that are available for rent around the city through the public transit city, TBC. We thought the plan was full proof- we will just rent the bikes and ride them into town. In order for this to work, however, the credit card machines that allow you to rent the bicycles must be working- needless to say we set off on foot to hunt for one. About 45 minutes later... yes that means we actually walked all the way into Bordeaux... we found a credit card machine that worked! One small problem- there were four of us (Megan, Sarah, Andy, and me) and only three bikes, naturally. Megan and Sarah doubled up for a bit, and then I ran along side to get my exercise for the day. We made it to the markets about an hour and a half after our departure from Talence where we relaxed by the river for several hours over seafood kebabs, watermelon, and pizza. The weather was beautiful, until it wasn't,and then we were on the hunt for bicycles again in order to make it back to Talence before the sky opened.
Slight problem again... since no trams or buses were running everyone and their mother was using the public bikes! We were running all over the city looking for bikes, and we finally find them right as the rain began. Riding home in the rain, accompanied by some of the most lovely people I know, I was hit with an overwhelming sense of happiness and contentment- things do not get much better than this. The weather let up on our ride home, and we decided to "drive through" McDonalds for a much needed McFlurry. Turns out that bicycles are not considered cars and are therefore not allowed in the drive through lane, so we had to walk in like every other normal customer- the thought just never occurred to us!
The night concluded with a delicious chicken risotto courtesy of Megan and some much needed OC episodes. My final sequence began today, and it seems like only yesterday that I was sitting in my first class. It is weird to think it is coming a close, but I am cherishing every last moment I have here and relishing in the unforgettable ones, like the simplicity of a perfect Sunday.
Our thoughts immediately drifted to the multitude of public bicycles that are available for rent around the city through the public transit city, TBC. We thought the plan was full proof- we will just rent the bikes and ride them into town. In order for this to work, however, the credit card machines that allow you to rent the bicycles must be working- needless to say we set off on foot to hunt for one. About 45 minutes later... yes that means we actually walked all the way into Bordeaux... we found a credit card machine that worked! One small problem- there were four of us (Megan, Sarah, Andy, and me) and only three bikes, naturally. Megan and Sarah doubled up for a bit, and then I ran along side to get my exercise for the day. We made it to the markets about an hour and a half after our departure from Talence where we relaxed by the river for several hours over seafood kebabs, watermelon, and pizza. The weather was beautiful, until it wasn't,and then we were on the hunt for bicycles again in order to make it back to Talence before the sky opened.
Slight problem again... since no trams or buses were running everyone and their mother was using the public bikes! We were running all over the city looking for bikes, and we finally find them right as the rain began. Riding home in the rain, accompanied by some of the most lovely people I know, I was hit with an overwhelming sense of happiness and contentment- things do not get much better than this. The weather let up on our ride home, and we decided to "drive through" McDonalds for a much needed McFlurry. Turns out that bicycles are not considered cars and are therefore not allowed in the drive through lane, so we had to walk in like every other normal customer- the thought just never occurred to us!
The night concluded with a delicious chicken risotto courtesy of Megan and some much needed OC episodes. My final sequence began today, and it seems like only yesterday that I was sitting in my first class. It is weird to think it is coming a close, but I am cherishing every last moment I have here and relishing in the unforgettable ones, like the simplicity of a perfect Sunday.
“It isn’t necessary to know exactly how your ideal life will look; you only have to know what feels better and what feels worse…Begin making choices based on what makes you feel freer and happier, rather than on how you think an ideal life should look. It’s the process of feeling our way toward happiness, not the realization of the Platonic ideal, that creates our best lives.”
Madrid
Trying to get back into the blogging world- I knew my delay in journaling was imminent. But, I do genuinely enjoy chronicling my experience and sharing it with all of you, so I am going to try my best to do Madrid justice with this post.
Since my last post, I am visited the stunning city of Madrid, Spain twice. The first time was during an unexpected break from school, Sunday, March 13- Wednesday, March 16. Jemma and I flew into Madrid on Sunday evening to meet Vicky and Andy, whom had been there for a few days prior to us (and had already visited once before). Jody and Megan met us there late on Monday evening; Mary stayed in Bordeaux to spend time with her friend from home Maddie who flew over to visit for her Spring Break.
The first trip was full of sightseeing, tapas eating, and sangria drinking, courtesy of our Spanish speakers Vicky, Andy, and the Madrid native Luis.
The first night Jemma and I ventured out on our for a bit and ended up finding a delicious tapas restaurant in La Latina- we had fish stuffed red peppers in a fish/cheese sauce, grilled shrimp in garlic sauce, tortilla española (my absolute favorite thing), and, of course, Sangria. After our first meal, we met Andy and Vicky for what a post-meal and drinks at what would be our second home during the trip- Cervezas Montaditos. It is a chain restaurant which offers 1 euro half liters of beer with the purchase of a mini sandwich, bocadillo, for 1 euro (yes, you read that correctly- a sandwich and a half liter of beer for 2 euros). The sangria is a bit more pricey, 2 euros for a half liter, hahah, so we sprung for the Sangria because we were, after all, in Spain! We went to bed fairly early that night to get ready for a full day of sightseeing.
We saw so many things the first day- we went with Jemma, Vicky and Andy to Plaza de España where there was a street fair, there we also saw the monument of Cervantes and the Torre de España. Afterward we walked to the temple of Debod where we had an amazing view of the Almudena Cathedral and the Royal Palace. There we met our Spanish friend Luis that led us to the Royal Palace and the Sabatini gardens. Next, we walked to a beautiful indoor market Mercado de San Miguel and then made our way to Plaza Mayor. The architecture inside this square was beautiful, and there is a section that has been preserved for centuries. After all the walking, food was a necessity, so we dropped into a bar that Luis recommended and ate the traditional bocadillo de calamares (fried squid on a roll), patatas bravas (potatoes with this tomato like sauce on them), tortilla española, and sangria. That one meal just wasn't enough, so we made our way back to Cervezas where we enjoyed the Spanish lifestyle over a few mugs of Sangria in mid-afternoon! After our fill of drinks, Luis took us to the other side of Madrid so we could see the Real Madrid stadium- incredible. We headed back to our apartment to wait for Megan and Jody to arrive, and we just had a home cooked meal courtesy of Jemma that evening in true family fashion.
Tuesday was another exploration day with Andy and Vicky as our tour guides. We walked through Sol, the main center of the city, down Gran Via, the major road that runs through the city, and into Retiro Parc where we stopped for a picnic. The park is huge, and it is a lovely, serene area in the middle of this huge metropolis of Madrid. There are paddle boats for rent, a beautiful stone amphitheatre type structure for sitting, and people everywhere. The city reminds me so much of New York- minus the skyscrapers- , so I instantly understood Lara’s love for the city and fell in love with it myself. We rounded out the day with a circle back to Cervezas, where we met some Finnish friends whom we ran into again later in the night and, unfortunately had to say our goodbyes to Andy and Vicky whom were heading to Portugal. The evening led us to an Irish pub right outside of Sol. We wanted to go to the infamous “Kapital,” the seven story discotheque which I will detail later, but seeing as how it was a Tuesday night, Kapital wasn’t open for business. We had a great night at the pub, mixing and mingling with other foreigners and reuniting with our Finnish friends from earlier in the day.
Wednesday we said our goodbyes to Madrid- or rather our see you soons- and headed back to Bordeaux. (I will make the second Madrid another entry seeing as how this one ended up a bit longer than expected.) Adios for now
Semi- Marathon de Paris
Let me just begin by saying I have been slacking terribly on my blog posting, but, never fear, I will recount everything, well not everything maybe just the big things, from the past three weeks in detail little by little. To start, I will begin where I left things off. I was just leaving Dublin and the Darcy’s and was making my way to Paris for the second time.
In my opinion, the public transportation is one of the easiest to understand- even for the French impaired. Everything is labeled so clearly, and there are signs pointing you in the right direction throughout your entire underground journey. This being said, I had very little trouble finding Stephanie’s, my sister’s childhood friend from camp who now lives in Paris, apartment in Montmartre. Stephanie lives directly up the street from the Moulin Rouge, and that was the first site I saw after exiting the subway station- not a bad location! Stephanie was so kind to offer me a couch to bum on and a delicious cheese tart and salad for dinner. We stayed up and talked for quite a while before we said goodnight and both hit our beds, exhausted from yet another day of travelling. However, I must say that I did get used to the traveling, and I grew accustomed to it after a while. When you are getting to see all of the things that I had the opportunity to see, the travelling day is not really that bad, and you learn to recover pretty quickly.
The next day, Friday, I said goodbye to Stephanie as she left for her lawyer workings in downtown Paris, and I made my way to the hotel that Casey, her dad, and I would be staying. The hotel was across town, near the half marathon and Parc Floral de Paris. I went for a short jog once I got there to scope out the course and just take in the beautiful day and the area. Casey arrived at the hotel several hours after her estimated time of arrival- needless to say my motherly side was having a heart attack- because she had some unexpected transit complications. Luckily, she made it to me, and it was wonderful to see her again, as always! We went to a late dinner in the Bastille area, and I had my first Salade Nicoise (just for you, La) since coming to Europe. It was so nice to just spend the time reconnecting and getting caught up on each other’s lives. (That is probably the strangest part for me about being over here, having no idea what is going in on the people’s lives that I am normally so involved in. We are all just having our own experiences apart from one another, and I think it will be so great for me and my relationships with everyone at home, but it is still just very strange sometimes.)
The next morning Casey and I made our way to Charles de Gaulle Airport, my second of three times in four days- let’s just say I know my way around that airport pretty well by now- to pick up Mr. Smith! Casey was so thrilled to see him as was he to see her, and I could only imagine their mutual excitement. After the hugs and tears, we made our way back to the area of the half marathon so we could check-in for the big race in the morning! We received our t-shirts and other goodies and just being in the general vicinity of the race got my blood pumping a little faster. The rest of the afternoon was spent sightseeing. Casey and Mr. Smith had never been to Paris, so we took the rapid tour of all of the highlights. First was Sacre Coeur, this stunning cathedral that sits atop the city, followed by Moulin Rouge, the Louvre, the Champs-Elysees, and the Eiffel Tower. It was a moment of sheer happiness as we walked down the Champs-Elysees and the Eiffel Tower’s lights began sparkling. Some moments are just too good to be true. It was a pretty decent crash course of the city, and they returned to The City of Lights just a week later as a family. That night Mr. Smith treated us to a delicious French meal at a restaurant near the hotel, and then we crashed fairly early so we could be ready for the race on the horizon.
In true Parisian fashion, the half-marathon did not commence until 10:00 in the morning, so we were able to get a proper rest and have a decent breakfast of Wheat a Bix and banana before jogging over to the start area. Equipped in my running tights, army shirt from Hannah, and running top from my parents, I was ready for the challenge in front of me. The weather was just perfect, a little cold if you were not racing but perfect for a run. The atmosphere before the race is intoxicating. People are here to test themselves, to prove something to themselves, or simply to make a memory. There is really no way to describe the emotions I was feeling at this time: nervous, proud, scared, accomplished, but mostly excited and purely happy in the truest sense of the word. As most of you know, this race meant more to me than just completing 21 kilometers in a certain time. I was there, I was healthy, I was strong, I was in Paris, and I was living my dream. It was all that I could have asked for, and I couldn’t have asked for better people to accompany me in accomplishing this goal- Casey and Mr. Smith. Before we knew it, the race was had begun, and we were off. We stayed together for the first 5k of the race, and then we split our separate ways. The views during the run were enough to keep anyone motivated- the Bastille, the Seine River, Parc Floral, the screaming fans. I felt strong throughout the whole race and that was all I wanted from my first half-marathon. Casey and her dad finished together, and they did incredibly. Casey is now a seasoned pro, and she makes it look effortless. I have the utmost for respect for Mr. Smith who flew in Saturday morning, ran a half-marathon Sunday morning, and then flew back to the states on Monday!
After the race we received our awards and then sat down in a café for a cappuccino before going back to the hotel to back our things and head back to Florence and Bordeaux, respectfully. I had the most incredible two weeks of my life, and it came to a close in the most perfect manner with the Semi-Marathon in Paris.
Slàinte
Translation: Cheers in Irish (interesting fact- everything in Ireland is written in English as well as Irish or Gaelic and all of the children are taught it in school and speak it fluently, but it is rarely used)
Another successful touchdown in Dublin, a bit of a goose chase in the airport (yes, Megan, there are two terminals in the Dublin airport, not just one), and a joyful reunion with Mary and Megan later, we arrived to Megan’s house where the smell of the dinner cooking in the kitchen greeted us at the door. This delicious smell marks the beginning of ultimate “spoilfest” by Megan and her parents. I walked in to meet her father, Dave, her mother, Adrienne, and her sister, Faye. They are all just genuinely kind, caring people, and I am lucky to have found someone like Megan and to have been so warmly welcomed by her family. (The only down side was that it made me miss my family so much more because I know they would have acted in exactly the same manner. It was a happy miss, however, not a sad one; it just made me once again realize how incredible they are). Dinner was incredible- home cooked meals in the oven seem heavenly after the stove top meals I whip up at Domo-, and it was followed by traditional Irish desserts and visits from Megan’s friends from university. Her friends, Nieve, Sarah, and Aisling, seemed lovely, and we all swapped stories about Ireland and American customs/ ways of life. It was so nice to be able to meet some of her friends from home and really get a glimpse into her life in Dublin. We meet each other in Bordeaux and form our friendships based on this initial encounter, never knowing anything about their families of their friends back home. I like this because in a sense one could start over and start new if they wished, much more than in university, but there is something to be said for understanding a person’s background.
Tuesday we woke up at a decent hour at made our way to the seaside city of Howth. One thing I loved about Dublin was that it has every type of geography just 30 minutes outside of its border! Howth was so beautiful, just this little town set into the cliffs with incredible views of the water. We ate tapas lunch at a restaurant right by the pier and took in the gorgeous Dublin weather from the patio. We took the train back in so we would have time for (drum roll please in honor of Georgie Nixon)… the Guinness Factory. Megan had never been, despite living in Dublin her entire life, so it was a new experience for all of us. The factory is so modern, and you are walked through the entire production of the famed Guinness beer, up several flights of stairs, to the very top of the building where you are served a complimentary pint! The Galaxy Bar, as it is called, provides panoramic views of Dublin, so we sat up there for a while enjoying our Guinness and the company of one another. Megan gave me and Mary her own tour of Dublin afterwards, and I loved everything I saw. The city has a comfortable feeling about it, and maybe it was just because I was with Megan, but I did not feel overwhelmed by its size. The streets are lined with cute cafes and restaurants, clothing stores are visible on most every street, and then there is historic, gothic architecture thrown in the middle of it. We went for a late dinner that evening at Elephant and Castle, where the food was delicious, but the conversation was the highlight-well, it might have been a close second to the dessert actually, hahah!
Wednesday we slept in and lounged around Megan’s house for the morning, which was perfectly fine by me. We headed out to Powerscourt in the afternoon for a picnic and some of the most breathtaking views I have seen thus far on my travels. Powerscourt, again only 30 minutes at most outside of Dublin, is this giant estate that housed royalty and aristocracy for centuries and was used for protection from enemies during battle because it is set high above the hills. Aristocracy imported trees and shrubbery from around the world into the gardens of this estate, and that is the main attraction. We wandered around feeling as if we were in our own version of Alice in Wonderland of The Secret Garden. After coming out of our fairytales, we lunched on the lawn, or rather the wall, of the golf course that sits on the property before heading back into the city. Megan dropped us off at Trinity College to meet our friend Emma, also from Ireland and UCD, while she put the final touches on her school paper. It was so nice to meet Emma and her friend Susie in their own environment, and we got to hear about her internship with Deloitte that she just accepted! After our brief rendezvous, it was back to Megan’s house for yet another gourmet meal, courtesy of Dave and Adrienne. Megan and Faye went to a concert that night, so Mary and I reveled in the sheer relaxation time- we, of course, used it to watch The Bachelor- and bonded a bit more with Megan’s parents.
Thursday morning Mary and Megan left at 5:00 in the morning to catch their flight to Milan, so I was left to my own devices with Megan’s parents. I prepared myself for my Skype interview, which was surprisingly not awkward or weird at all despite the thousands of miles separating us, had a nice run, took a hot shower, got lunch served to me by Dave, and then headed to the airport with Adrienne.
Dublin was without a doubt one of my favorite cities due in large part to the hospitality of Megan and her family. I cannot wait to go back to Ireland with my Dad now- we are going Dad, you would fall in love. Now I am on to my final destination of this two week excursion, Paris, where I will run my first half marathon on Sunday morning beside Casey and her father. I cannot wait!
Is This The Real Life? Is This Just Fantasy?
Even typing this, I cannot believe my life at the present moment. Prague is a city I have dreamt of visiting since high school, and I thought it would always be this illusive city that I would never quite get to. All of that changed on Thursday when I set my feet on the ground in the Bohemian city of Prague, Czech Republic.
I took a bus and then a train to the apartment that we rented for the weekend. It was stunning- on the top floor of the building fully equipped with a microwave, oven, internet access, the most comfortable beds, and a scorching hot shower. I met David at the apartment, and I was thrilled to see him and have the opportunity to catch up with him and hear all about his time in Sevilla. He and I headed out to explore the city (Prague is split in half by a river, and our apartment was on the opposite side from the center of the city, so we were somewhat isolated from the hustle and bustle in our little haven of an apartment which only added to its appeal). We crossed the famous Charles Bridge, walked around the Jewish neighborhoods known as Josefov, grabbed a Starbucks coffee (yes, even in Prague) to warm our frozen bodies, and then made our way back to the apartment to wait for Casey. When she finally knocked on the door I nearly tackled her to the ground- I was a little excited to see her. She got settled, and then we picked out a restaurant (courtesy of the guide book I purchased in the airport which proved invaluable for food recommendations and directions). We decided on Stoleti, and we were not disappointed. I had a chicken breast with seared pears in a marmalade paired with steamed carrots and broccoli. (Another great thing about Prague is that, unlike every other European city I have visited, the dollar is extremely strong here. For example, when I first arrived I skeptically withdrew 3,000 koruna from the atm, which just seems like a lot, but it was only the equivalent of $150.) Thus, our elegant meal was rather reasonable, and the company was priceless.
The next day we got going early. We walked through a park to the castle which towers above all of Prague. Inside the walls of the castle there are multiple churches to walk through and take in. We were enjoying the beauty of the buildings, but we were also all freezing, especially since none of the churches were heated- it was colder inside than outside! The castle tour took several hours, and then we whipped out the guide book for assistance in choosing a lunch destination. We crossed the famous and stunning Charles Bridge to get to the other side of the river, and we made our way to Lokal. We knew it would be good when almost no one spoke English and the entire menu was in Czech- they quickly realized we were American and brought us one in English. Casey and I thawed our toes with the help of some tea, and we all enjoyed some sausage and lentil soup followed by a beautiful, fresh vegetable salad. The rest of the afternoon we spent in the Jewish area of Josefov, because it is closed on Saturday, the holy day. We walked through the Old Cemetery and several beautiful synagogues in the area. The cemetery was deafening, and we were all incredibly moved by the memorial to the Czech and Bohemian Jews who died in the Holocaust. The memorial is inside this building, and it is simply names written on the walls, but it is two stories and seeing the names reminds you of their identity and how similar they were to you and me. Following Josefov, we were ready to get back to our haven and warm up. Once inside, we could not bring ourselves to venture out again for dinner, so we ordered Chinese food and washed it down with beer. I have not had Chinese food in the longest time, not even at home in the U.S. It absolutely hit the spot, and although we all ordered different things, we are pretty sure we all received the same thing with varying degrees of spiciness. (The language barrier was horrible here. We read several things that told Americans not even to attempt to learn any Czech because we would only butcher it.)
Saturday, Casey and David’s final day, we slept in a little bit, and then made our way to John Lennon’s Wall. The wall is a memorial to John Lennon that is spray painted with Beatles lyrics and quotes about love and peace. After his death, the youth in Prague began spray painting the wall in his honor, and the police protested and fought it for several years, but they finally gave in, and it is now a huge tourist attraction. Following this, we walked to Communist Museum and stumbled upon the city center of Prague. We would have never found it and discovered the more modern part of Prague had it not been for my lack of knowledge with the map and directions… we literally just stumbled right into it. The Communist Museum was in a questionable building, and we all had our doubts, but it turned out to be extremely informative. We spent a good two and half hours there just soaking in the history. Another check off our list, and then we headed to lunch. We pulled out the guide book and were on the hunt for the Opera Garden. Tucked away behind several buildings, this restaurant was a true gem. Once again, we were the only customers that did not speak Czech, and only one waiter spoke a bit of English. They started us off with free aperitifs (this shot of two beers, one light and one malt, with bits of cookies on top), we ordered traditional dumplings for the table, Casey and I got roasted eggplant with poached egg, David got a steak (they had actual slabs of meat hanging in the back of the restaurant), and then we polished it off with a chocolate fondue for the table.. Needless to say it was delicious. Following our gourmet meal, we did some souvenir shopping at a huge outdoor market and then made a pit stop at this adorable café, Bakeshop, for cappuccinos and cookies, just in case we didn’t have enough at lunch. After our snack, we made our way to the cathedral to see the famous clock show. The lighting was perfect, and we were all just taking in the beauty of the moment and the shear perfection of our lives at that very moment. That moment was the best of my entire trip thus far. I was perfectly content, perfectly happy. Later in the evening, after relaxing in the apartment for a while, we went out for some Czech beer at a local pub to toast our last night together. The atmosphere was great, and we were once again amidst mostly locals.
In the morning Casey and David left early for the airport, and I was left to my own devices in Prague. I went for the perfect long run through the castle and then headed into the city to get some last minute souvenirs and a cappuccino at our favorite place, Bakeshop. I had the most enjoyable day to myself, and I realized half way through that that was the first day I had been truly alone since coming to Europe. As you all know, I cherish my alone time, so this day came at just the right moment. I got to catch up on some television shows, Skype for a little while, and hit the sheets early.
My final morning in Prague, Monday, came to a close with a quick morning jog, long shower (oh how I have missed them), and train and bus to the airport. Prague met and surpassed my every expectation, and the company completed the trip. Now I am headed to Dublin to discover my dad’s heritage with Megan and Mary!
A Day Does Not Do It Justice
Tuesday evening I arrived in the 16°C beautiful Barcelona. Leah and I were reunited under the Arc de Triumf, fitting since we have our very own one of these in France as well. No problems getting from Girona to Barcelona (not to worry Mom, almost everyone was taking the bus as well), and the cheaper flight was definitely worth the 12 euro bus ride into the city. It was so good to see her. We were saying the last time we were face to face was in late July. It is so ironic that here in Europe, even though we are a country apart, we are closer to one another than in the states.
After our joyful reunion, Leah walked me around Plaza Cataluna and La Rambla for a quick minute before we headed to her home for the semester. The apartment is beautiful- the most beautiful home I had seen since coming to Europe and it was a reminder of how life can be if you work hard enough. I was greeted my Leah’s mom for the semester, Monica, who is the most incredible woman. She owns a jewelry store near her home, is 60 years old and looks about 45, and lives in the same apartment building as her two brothers (very similar to Italian culture). She is a genuinely kind woman who showed me incomparable hospitality. She cooked us all dinner- a delicious meat wrapped in a sort of lettuce, potato chips, Spanish ham, and wine-, and I struggled to communicate with her and express my gratitude. It was very frustrating not being able to say one full sentence to her, and I found the same frustration throughout my stay. I could not communicate in the slightest bit. However, this language barrier in no way took away from my love of Barcelona. Leah and I headed to bed, me from sheer exhaustion and she because a full day of class was looming.
Wednesday, my only full day in Barcelona, I met Leah in Cataluna in between her classes that she decided to skip for me. Monica made me fresh squeezed orange juice, and I had a long, hot shower before heading out the door- I could definitely get used to life as Monica’s daughter. Leah was the perfect tour guide, and she showed me all around the city that she has made her home. We saw the beach, a gorgeous open market, Boqueria, which I would live in if I could, Gaudi’s apartment, the cathedral, the Arc de Triumf and the surrounding park, Leah’s two schools, and just took in the feel of the beautiful city. It is without a doubt collectively the most beautiful city I have visited. It has this tropical feel to it, due to its proximity to the beach, which I have not experienced yet. After our tour, we grabbed sandwiches at Leah’s normal spot, and she planned out a route for me to follow while she returned to class for the rest of the afternoon. I was an aware and independent traveler for the rest of the afternoon. I first saw Dahlia’s extraordinary church that was never finished because he died mid-construction. It is massive and just stunning. Next stop, via train, was the breathtaking Miro Museum, which serves as an art museum, that sits atop the city of Barcelona. The building is enormous, and it offers views of the entire city stretches beneath it. Directly behind the Palace sits the Olympic Stadium that was used when Barcelona hosted the 1992 games. I was in all of my glory, standing in the arena that at one time housed the greatest talent in the world. Following these big sites, I did some souvenir and clothing (I needed some sweaters for my next stop to the frigid Prague) shopping on La Rambla while waiting for Leah to finish class. We met at our rendezvous point, the fountains of Catatluna, and then got on the train to Leah’s home and Monica for another delicious dinner. We had a fresh salad, Spanish omelet, and more wine. A Spanish omelet is arguably one of the most delicious things I have had the pleasure of eating. Monica made hers with onion and potato, and I could have easily devoured the entire thing myself. After dinner Leah and I decided to go for some Sangria and what somewhat resembled chips and salsa at a restaurant near her home- I was in Spain after all. The Sangria was delicious, and it was second only to my conversation with Leah.
Thursday morning I rose early to head to the airport and was greeted by Monica who was holding a ham and cheese sandwich and, what else, freshly squeezed orange juice. Leah walked me to the train station, and we parted with a see you soon (we will be going to Italy together during Easter break, and we might even see one another before then because I am dying to take in more of Barcelona) rather than a goodbye. It was a most successful trip and now Prague, David, and Casey were waiting.
London Calling
My traveling adventure of a lifetime began Saturday afternoon, 19 February.I apologize in advance for the long posts that will follow- there is just so much to fit in in such a short amount of time. Mary and I headed to the airport in the midst of the rain and cold that was Bordeaux only to arrive in London to more rain and cold! Mary and I left Bordeaux in the mid afternoon and arrived in London only 40 minutes later, according to the ticket. Jemma and Mary were pleased to learn Bordeaux was so close to London… they just left out the fact that there was an hour time change… so an hour and 40 minutes later Mary and I arrived in London. The Gatwick express, SUBWAY- yes, that’s right Subway (London was my little taste of America) and a train later, which thankfully was written in English because it was so confusing, all in all it took about an hour and half including customs, we arrived at the Pembridge Palace Hotel in London. It was not necessarily a palace, but it was a step up from a hostel, and the location was perfect.
Mary and I started to settle in and then wanted to check in with Jemma, who took the train to Paris and then flew from there to London. We had been in constant communication throughout the day, but for the last couple of hours we hadn’t heard anything- we were getting a little worried. She finally gave us a call from a payphone only to tell us that her phone had died- shocking- it seems to happen to us all the time. We set up plans to meet her at Bayswater station, right near our hotel.
In the middle of this, I met up with my friends from UT, Katie, Ben, and Katie’s friend Casi. There is nothing like seeing familiar, friendly faces in a place where everything is so foreign. I got to hear all about their experiences, Katie and Casi in Switzerland and Ben in Rome, and we swapped study abroad stories. We decided to get Mexican, after purchasing a train ticket and changing our minds- 4 pounds down the drain, but as Annie always says money could fix it so Mary and I had to let it go. The Mexican was the perfect choice though, and it hit the spot. I even got some salsa- not quite the refillable bowl we are accustomed to in the states, but it was good enough. While at the restaurant, Mary and I were watching the time, and we left to go meet Jemma. Of course, it is me and nothing can go perfectly. We get to Bayswater only to find out that Jemma’s train was stopped on the track and had probably been redirected to another station! Mary and I were freaking out, just worried about Jemma and wanting us all to be together. Mary had the sense to say that we should wait at the station no matter what because that was our arranged meeting point. Sure enough, after about 45 minutes of worry, Jemma walked through the turn stiles. I was so happy I reached overt the gate just to hug and kiss her and make sure she was actually real.
The next day, Sunday, we were early to rise and head to Buckingham Palace with Ben and Doug, Mary’s friend from home. Doug is studying abroad in London, so he was our valiant tour guide during our stay- I am so thankful for him. So, we saw the Queen’s palace, William and Kate’s home (everything was about Will and Kate in London- I loved it), Big Ben, and Westminster Abbey. In the midst of walking around, we purchased theatre tickets for Les Miserables and film tickets for Harry Potter. We paused for lunch at Pret a Manger- I got a hummus sandwich which I have been deprived of in Bordeaux, dropped Ben off to meet his friend, and then headed to the football stadium for a premier league game, courtesy of Doug. It was Fulham versus Bolton, and I was in all of my glory- I could not stop thinking of Dad, though, and how much he would have loved this. Fulham lost, and I think mine and Jemma’s toes froze off, but we were oh so happy. Afterwards, we reconvened with Ben in the famous Piccadilly Circus- London’s version of Times Square-, had a delicious hamburger in a resraurant/ night club- my first since being in Europe, London really was my America fix-, and then went to see Harry Potter. It was incredible, and there is something to be said for seeing the movie, which was filmed in London, in London. It was home and then bed to prepare for another full day.
Monday we rose again, a little later than Sunday, and got going. We went to the Lodon Tower, saw the Tower Bridge, which is actually the one that is more beautiful and featured more often- so, we thought it was the London Bridge, the actual London Bridge, the Freedom Bridge that collapses in Harry Potter, the bank doors used for Gringots in Harry Potter, St. Paul’s Cathedral, and then went on a mad hunt for fish and chips at what we thought was called Bell’s Pub- Mary’s dad knows London very well, so he gave us a great outline of the city. After about a half hour of searching we came up empty and settled for a different pub; the fish and chips were delicious. Can you guess what happened next? - we continued walking down the street only to pass Bell’s Tavern, which was what we had been searching for, so typical. After lunch, the five of us walked to the British Museum so I could meet Christina! On the way, we passed IES, Quinten’s school last year and Hummus Bros! I felt like a piece of Quinten was with me, and it was so unexpected to be able to see where he was/ how he lived last year. I was so excited to see her and just speak with her for a couple of minutes. She is doing so wonderfully, as expected, and she showed me her apartment in the city. I even got to see Lane and Fred, the advisors for my business program, along with the other students participating in the program. The meeting was brief because we had to go back to the hotel in order to change for Les Miserables! Mary was so thrilled she cried during the performance, and I could not wipe the grin from my face. The musical was spectacular, and I could not help remembering my childhood in the little red car listening to the Les Mis soundtrack. After the beauty that was Les Mis, we all went back to the hotel room, stopping at Subway and the grocery store for some late night treats. Ben had to leave for the airport at 12:45 that morning, so we all stayed up together, and then Doug just decided to crash at the luxurious hotel, hahah, with us so he did not have to travel home alone so late at night.
Tuesday morning, our farewell to London, Doug took us to the part of the city where he lives. We ate omelets at this cute, eclectic Polish restaurant, stopped at the book store so Mary and Jemma could brush up on their Italian phrases, and then set off for the airport. We parted ways, me on to Barcelona, and then two of them to Rome. London was extremely different from France- much more Americanized. It was a nice taste of home and of English, and I am so glad I was able to experience it. Bye London, Hola Barcelona!
Football?
This past week I had class for a total of two days for three hours each! Never in my entire college career have I been this lucky. So, the past week was relaxing, full of travel planning, and unexpected opportunities.
Our Paris trip was exhausting, just because we wanted to squeeze everything in, so the days of relaxation were much appreciated. Tuesday I actually had class, not that I can complain at all- it was just from 1:30 to 4:45 with a 15 minute break in between-, but it is the after class part that was unexpected. My friends Vicky, from Argentina, and Jemma, from Australia, invited me to soccer/ football practice with the club team at school, and, of course, I went. The practice was so great- I have not dribbled a football ball in almost 5 years, and I had forgotten just how much I love the sport for its athleticism and beauty- even though the girls spoke only French and we struggled to understand. There is nothing better than a team to make you feel like you belong.
Wednesday, another day of no class and so fitting because it is always the highlight of my week, Mary and I began planning for our two week vacation that begins on Friday. It is, to say the least, the most stressful thing I have ever had the pleasure of figuring out, and it becomes a bit of an obsession- which airline is cheapest, who has the best deals-, and it becomes exhausting. However, I, again, cannot complain too much seeing as how I am planning my trips across Europe. A funny story: Mary and I were booking our first trip to London from Bordeaux at the same time. Mary's order went through and was processed and then mine said the last ticket had just been taken. It said my credit card was not credited and that I should try again- you know me and computers, just my luck. So, I tried again, now slightly panicked that I might not get the same flight as Mary. I got through this time and successfully booked the flight. I go to check to my e-mail, and what is waiting for me? Not one but two confirmation e-mails of my flight(s) to London. Now literally freaking out, Jemma and Mary laughing their heads off, we find the help number of easyjet. Thank goodness for the rational Jemma and Mary who helped me to cancel one of the reservations, fully refundable since it was the site's error. But, seriously... only to me!
So below are my travel plans for the next two weeks:
Bordeaux-London (Saturday-Tuesday with Mary, Jemma, Ben, Katie, Casi, and maybe Leah)
London-Barcelona (Tuesday-Thursday with Leah)
Barcelona-Prague (Thursday-Monday with Casey and David)
Prague-Dublin (Monday-Thursday with Megan and Mary)
Dublin-Paris (Thursday-Sunday with Casey to run the half- marathon)
Not a bad deal if I must say so myself- thank you Mom and Dad!
The rest of the evening on Wednesday was one of the highlights of my entire trip. Jemma, Vicky, Arne, Mary, and I all went down to the river to walk, run, and roller blade. It was a gorgeous night with the perfect company. We made a group dinner afterwards, healthy pizzas in Jemma's oven full of tuna and onion thanks to Arne, which were surprisingly delicious, chicken, peppers, etc. We enjoyed each other's company over a delicious meal. And, how can I forget one of the best parts of the day. Jemma and I received e-mails from our football coach saying we were playing in the game on Thursday! What?! Neither of us were expecting it- we didn't even know there were games-, but none the less we went and bought shin guards and socks for our newest adventure.
Thursday, no class yet again, I bought roller blades with Mary so we can all go together by the river when the weather gets nice. They are a child's 36, baby blue with pictures of cartoon characters, but they were only 20 euro, who could pass them up? That afternoon Jemma and I hit the field for our first match. We won 6-0, thanks to Chris and Alba who each scored three goals! I loved getting to play again, and I am so happy that this fell into my lap.
Friday was class and then Mary's friends from home Alex and John came in town from Milano. Friday night we went to a Melting Potes party- Cuir et Moustache-, so we all put on our nicest leathers and even ended up with moustaches by the end of the evening. Saturday we toured Mary's friends around the city and did some touring ourselves since we have been a little slacking on our exploration of this gorgeous place. The night was low key, just meeting up with some friends and then early to bed. Yesterday, Sunday, Annie and I headed out early to make it to the fresh markets by the river. We have been wanting to go for some time now, and I was thrilled by all of the fresh fruits, fish, and vegetables. Annie and I bought a loaf of the most amazing looking bread, and I even got to go behind the stand and cut it myself. We want to go back after all of our travels for lunch and wine by the river. Yesterday evening, I washed my enormity of dirty clothes at the laundry down the street. I was so happy because I tackled the dryers, which only run for 10 minutes at a time, and left with perfectly dry clothes. Yes, that was the first time I have had completely dry clothes since being here. Last time Mary and I settled for damp!
This week is the last of my second sequence class with the final exam on Friday and our big marketing presentation on Wednesday.
Best wishes to all of you for a great week.
Congratulations to my ADPis for a well-deserved All Sing WIN! <>
Our Paris trip was exhausting, just because we wanted to squeeze everything in, so the days of relaxation were much appreciated. Tuesday I actually had class, not that I can complain at all- it was just from 1:30 to 4:45 with a 15 minute break in between-, but it is the after class part that was unexpected. My friends Vicky, from Argentina, and Jemma, from Australia, invited me to soccer/ football practice with the club team at school, and, of course, I went. The practice was so great- I have not dribbled a football ball in almost 5 years, and I had forgotten just how much I love the sport for its athleticism and beauty- even though the girls spoke only French and we struggled to understand. There is nothing better than a team to make you feel like you belong.
Wednesday, another day of no class and so fitting because it is always the highlight of my week, Mary and I began planning for our two week vacation that begins on Friday. It is, to say the least, the most stressful thing I have ever had the pleasure of figuring out, and it becomes a bit of an obsession- which airline is cheapest, who has the best deals-, and it becomes exhausting. However, I, again, cannot complain too much seeing as how I am planning my trips across Europe. A funny story: Mary and I were booking our first trip to London from Bordeaux at the same time. Mary's order went through and was processed and then mine said the last ticket had just been taken. It said my credit card was not credited and that I should try again- you know me and computers, just my luck. So, I tried again, now slightly panicked that I might not get the same flight as Mary. I got through this time and successfully booked the flight. I go to check to my e-mail, and what is waiting for me? Not one but two confirmation e-mails of my flight(s) to London. Now literally freaking out, Jemma and Mary laughing their heads off, we find the help number of easyjet. Thank goodness for the rational Jemma and Mary who helped me to cancel one of the reservations, fully refundable since it was the site's error. But, seriously... only to me!
So below are my travel plans for the next two weeks:
Bordeaux-London (Saturday-Tuesday with Mary, Jemma, Ben, Katie, Casi, and maybe Leah)
London-Barcelona (Tuesday-Thursday with Leah)
Barcelona-Prague (Thursday-Monday with Casey and David)
Prague-Dublin (Monday-Thursday with Megan and Mary)
Dublin-Paris (Thursday-Sunday with Casey to run the half- marathon)
Not a bad deal if I must say so myself- thank you Mom and Dad!
The rest of the evening on Wednesday was one of the highlights of my entire trip. Jemma, Vicky, Arne, Mary, and I all went down to the river to walk, run, and roller blade. It was a gorgeous night with the perfect company. We made a group dinner afterwards, healthy pizzas in Jemma's oven full of tuna and onion thanks to Arne, which were surprisingly delicious, chicken, peppers, etc. We enjoyed each other's company over a delicious meal. And, how can I forget one of the best parts of the day. Jemma and I received e-mails from our football coach saying we were playing in the game on Thursday! What?! Neither of us were expecting it- we didn't even know there were games-, but none the less we went and bought shin guards and socks for our newest adventure.
Thursday, no class yet again, I bought roller blades with Mary so we can all go together by the river when the weather gets nice. They are a child's 36, baby blue with pictures of cartoon characters, but they were only 20 euro, who could pass them up? That afternoon Jemma and I hit the field for our first match. We won 6-0, thanks to Chris and Alba who each scored three goals! I loved getting to play again, and I am so happy that this fell into my lap.
Friday was class and then Mary's friends from home Alex and John came in town from Milano. Friday night we went to a Melting Potes party- Cuir et Moustache-, so we all put on our nicest leathers and even ended up with moustaches by the end of the evening. Saturday we toured Mary's friends around the city and did some touring ourselves since we have been a little slacking on our exploration of this gorgeous place. The night was low key, just meeting up with some friends and then early to bed. Yesterday, Sunday, Annie and I headed out early to make it to the fresh markets by the river. We have been wanting to go for some time now, and I was thrilled by all of the fresh fruits, fish, and vegetables. Annie and I bought a loaf of the most amazing looking bread, and I even got to go behind the stand and cut it myself. We want to go back after all of our travels for lunch and wine by the river. Yesterday evening, I washed my enormity of dirty clothes at the laundry down the street. I was so happy because I tackled the dryers, which only run for 10 minutes at a time, and left with perfectly dry clothes. Yes, that was the first time I have had completely dry clothes since being here. Last time Mary and I settled for damp!
This week is the last of my second sequence class with the final exam on Friday and our big marketing presentation on Wednesday.
Best wishes to all of you for a great week.
Congratulations to my ADPis for a well-deserved All Sing WIN! <>
The City of Lights
I can only say that Paris lived up to, and at times surpassed, my every expectation. It was a stunning, overwhelming, extravagant city, and it was mine for one weekend.
Our trip began on Friday evening after class when we, Mary, Annie, and I, caught two buses to the Bordeaux airport. Jemma and Jody have train passes, so they met us in Paris later that evening. The flight to Paris was oh so fitting, cheersing with our bottles of complimentary wine and getting anxious to land! We landed and Charles de Gaulle and then successfully navigated through the maze of trains to Gare de Lyon, where Mary's friend Laura was waiting for us. Gare de Lyon is a huge train station in Paris that directly faces the Bastille- so, yes, the Bastille was the first thing I saw as soon as we left the train station. From Gare de Lyon, we walked to our hostel which was right around the corner. I must admit I was very skeptical about this whole hostel thing, but it was really not bad at all- granted I could not sleep on the pillow, sheets, or comforter because I am spoiled and it grosses me out!-but, it was safe, we were all together in one room, we had our own bathroom, and we were in the perfect location. After getting there Annie and I went for a walk to the Bastille and the Opera house, and then Mary, Laura, Annie, Hannah(another of Mary's friends), and I grabbed dinner at a bar/ restaurant around 11:00. I had a delicious chicken salad, many ordered Croque Monsieurs, and we just relaxed and took it all in.
The next morning we were early to rise, and we began our touristy mission. First stop, Le Louvre. It is breathtaking- in the middle of a gorgeous square and just so elegant and delicate. We got in so quickly,no wait, and we walked around for several hours hitting the high points of the museum. The Mona Lisa was stunning, Jemma was nearly in love with it, and I was not disappointed by its size. Maybe it was because I expected it to be smaller than it was after all of the talk of its lack of grandeur, but it was just surreal to be standing in front of something that I have dreamed of for so long. After a lovely cappucino, we headed down the Champs Elysees to make our way to the Arc de Triomphe and la Tour Eiffel. ( I honestly still can't believe I am typing all of this; I can't believe I saw all of these things!) We did not make it to the Arc de Triomphe because we got side tracked shopping- who could balme us; it's Paris. Also, Jody and I thought we lost Annie and Jemma, so we had a minor freakout on the Champs before we were able to decode their text message and find them in, where else but H&M. After our several hour shopping tour, we took a short cut to la Tour Eiffel. Again, I was in awe of its grandeur. It is brown, which I was not expecting- I guess I always thought it was silver for some reason-, but I was still overwhelmed by it. The line was too long to go up, but we took plenty of pictures. By that time, it was already about 6:00, and we needed a break. We headed back to the hostel to make dinner plans. On the way home, Jody and I got a nice surprise when we were able to coordinate meeting with Kate and David from UT. It was so nice to see some familiar faces if only for a short while. After our reunion, all five of us were ready for some food. We explored a little and then decided on Le Bistro de Lyon. I had a gorgeous piece of salmon and was in my happy place with my friends, food, and laughter. After dinner, Jemma, Mary, and I met up with Mary's friends at a sports bar. It was relaxed, and we had a good time meeting our swiss banker friends minus the man that had to get removed from the bar. On the way home, we ate late night crepes (truly French, no more taco bell and krystals)!
Sunday morning I went to mass at Notre Dame with Mary, Laura, and Annie. It was probably the number one thing on my list, and I am so happy I was able to do that. The church, again, was breathtaking with its history and beauty and magnificence. After church, Laura took us to get world famous falafel (Chelle I thought of you the whole time because I had never tried it, and I know how much you love it). It was absolutely delicious, and it was so neat to be on a street tucked away from the main rues. Lunch was followed by a visit to the Centre Pompidou, which was free because it was the first Sunday of the month. The art was interesting to say the least, but it was eye opening to see this modren art and contrast it to what we had just seen at le Louvre the day before. I appreciate modern art for its innovation and stretch of the imagination, and I am so glad we got the opportunity to experience it. After the Pompidou, we decided to wrap up our trip with some last minute shopping. We went into several incredible vintage shops- it is a good thing I only had one suitcase-, and then I found the purchase I have been looking for: boots. I had to throw away the pair that I brought here because they were just falling apart, so a new pair was necessary, and I am in love, or as in love as one can be with a pair of boots! We closed out our tour of Paris with a farewell crepe, and then Annie, Mary, and I headed to the airport while Jemma and Jody left for the train station. The journey home to DomoFrance was an interesting one- a bus, a tram, and a walk later we arrived at our doors around 11:30 exhausted and hungry but still oh so happy from the most amazing weekend we had just experienced.
Paris was magnificent, and I cannot wait to return, but I was also so happy to be home and that was the best feeling- being able to look forward to coming back to Talence and Bordeaux, where I have made a home for myself.
On the plane heading to Paris
Just touching le Louvre
Jody, me, Jemma, and Annie at la Tour Eiffel
Sunday morning I went to mass at Notre Dame with Mary, Laura, and Annie. It was probably the number one thing on my list, and I am so happy I was able to do that. The church, again, was breathtaking with its history and beauty and magnificence. After church, Laura took us to get world famous falafel (Chelle I thought of you the whole time because I had never tried it, and I know how much you love it). It was absolutely delicious, and it was so neat to be on a street tucked away from the main rues. Lunch was followed by a visit to the Centre Pompidou, which was free because it was the first Sunday of the month. The art was interesting to say the least, but it was eye opening to see this modren art and contrast it to what we had just seen at le Louvre the day before. I appreciate modern art for its innovation and stretch of the imagination, and I am so glad we got the opportunity to experience it. After the Pompidou, we decided to wrap up our trip with some last minute shopping. We went into several incredible vintage shops- it is a good thing I only had one suitcase-, and then I found the purchase I have been looking for: boots. I had to throw away the pair that I brought here because they were just falling apart, so a new pair was necessary, and I am in love, or as in love as one can be with a pair of boots! We closed out our tour of Paris with a farewell crepe, and then Annie, Mary, and I headed to the airport while Jemma and Jody left for the train station. The journey home to DomoFrance was an interesting one- a bus, a tram, and a walk later we arrived at our doors around 11:30 exhausted and hungry but still oh so happy from the most amazing weekend we had just experienced.
Paris was magnificent, and I cannot wait to return, but I was also so happy to be home and that was the best feeling- being able to look forward to coming back to Talence and Bordeaux, where I have made a home for myself.
One Down
Shocking I know, I have been slacking on my blog documentation, but I will try to fill you all in as much as possible. Friday marked the end of my first class of the five I will be taking this semester. This was the French language course that was rather difficult; however, I am so happy that I struggled through it and learned so much. It is so crazy to think that I am already finished with one class and have been here for almost a month. We had our final exam Friday afternoon, and let's just say it was pretty difficult- I am just holding out for a passing grade of 10.
The weekend was one of celebration- we survived our first class unscathed! We honored Australia with Jemma, discovered a little too much of our friend Hannes' apartment, and got kicked out of a taxi (cheers Jemma). Luckily we stumbled upon another taxi soon after and were safely delivered to our door at DomoFrance. The rest of the weekend was low key because it has been absolutely freezing here, the average was about -1 celsius; a little too cold for my liking. I had a nice, long run by the river on Saturday to clear my head, wandered around the city a bit on Sunday, and then prepared to start my second class on Monday.
The class I am taking this sequence, Marketing, Luxe, and International Marketing, is taught in both French and English, so it is a great opportunity for me. (I feel like that is going to be my key word for this trip- opportunity. It is bursting at the seams with opportunity, and I want to rake advantage of every single one.) Also, it is very intimidating. Monday and Tuesday class were from 8:30-4:45, and they were taught entirely in French. I basically did not understand most of what was being said and was so grateful for the invention of powerpoints at that moment. We can, luckily, write all of our papers and assignments in English since the class is International Marketing, so I think that will help to save my grade. I do think it is a really good thing for me to be in this class, though, and I am really working hard to improve my comprehension and understanding. Yesterday we had a short class, only until 12, and it was so interesting. Our professor spoke, in English, all about wine marketing. He is a specialist in this and since Bordeaux is so famous for their delicious wine, our class will focus on wine marketing. Our final project is to create a marketing plan for exporting Bordeaux wine to a city of our choice. We, my group of five, Isabelle, Mary, Sam, Sara, and I, selected Liverpool, England- Sara's hometown. I am actually looking forward to working on it.
After class we headed into Bordeaux to shop for "throw away" clothes because one of the organisations on campus was hosting an open bar. (Definition of open bar- pay 4 euros and drink all you want all night.) Mary, Jemma, Megan from Ireland, Emma, Daniel, Sara, and I all headed downtown around 11:30 decked in our "new" outfits which consisted of rain boots, 3 euro shirts, and 8 euro leggings. The bar was a literal mess with drinks being spewed everywhere and everyone rushing to the bar to take advantage of the free liquor. When it was all said and done we looked like we had just gotten out of the shower- barring the stickyness of our hair and skin and pungent smell of vodka. At the end of the night we had managed to lose all of our jackets, which had out in a plastic bag to shield them from the rainfall of alcohol and placed atop a railing(I am holding out hope some kind soul will return them- Mary's had her phone and keys in it), visit the medical center on the second floor several times for Sara's sake, dance on a raised surface, help a friend in a kissing competition, and take the longest bus ride ever home to DomoFrance, only to arrive back at our door at the ripe hour of 6 am. Only in France, on a Wednesday night.
Today I did not have class, and we all lounged around and finalized some travel plans for our breaks from school. Tomorrow class starts in the afternoon, and then Jemma, Jody, Mary, Annie and I are headed to PARIS! That is correct, and I cannot believe it myself. I am so excited, and I cannot wait.
I will write again after the weekend to tell every detail about the magnificent City of Lights.
The weekend was one of celebration- we survived our first class unscathed! We honored Australia with Jemma, discovered a little too much of our friend Hannes' apartment, and got kicked out of a taxi (cheers Jemma). Luckily we stumbled upon another taxi soon after and were safely delivered to our door at DomoFrance. The rest of the weekend was low key because it has been absolutely freezing here, the average was about -1 celsius; a little too cold for my liking. I had a nice, long run by the river on Saturday to clear my head, wandered around the city a bit on Sunday, and then prepared to start my second class on Monday.
The class I am taking this sequence, Marketing, Luxe, and International Marketing, is taught in both French and English, so it is a great opportunity for me. (I feel like that is going to be my key word for this trip- opportunity. It is bursting at the seams with opportunity, and I want to rake advantage of every single one.) Also, it is very intimidating. Monday and Tuesday class were from 8:30-4:45, and they were taught entirely in French. I basically did not understand most of what was being said and was so grateful for the invention of powerpoints at that moment. We can, luckily, write all of our papers and assignments in English since the class is International Marketing, so I think that will help to save my grade. I do think it is a really good thing for me to be in this class, though, and I am really working hard to improve my comprehension and understanding. Yesterday we had a short class, only until 12, and it was so interesting. Our professor spoke, in English, all about wine marketing. He is a specialist in this and since Bordeaux is so famous for their delicious wine, our class will focus on wine marketing. Our final project is to create a marketing plan for exporting Bordeaux wine to a city of our choice. We, my group of five, Isabelle, Mary, Sam, Sara, and I, selected Liverpool, England- Sara's hometown. I am actually looking forward to working on it.
After class we headed into Bordeaux to shop for "throw away" clothes because one of the organisations on campus was hosting an open bar. (Definition of open bar- pay 4 euros and drink all you want all night.) Mary, Jemma, Megan from Ireland, Emma, Daniel, Sara, and I all headed downtown around 11:30 decked in our "new" outfits which consisted of rain boots, 3 euro shirts, and 8 euro leggings. The bar was a literal mess with drinks being spewed everywhere and everyone rushing to the bar to take advantage of the free liquor. When it was all said and done we looked like we had just gotten out of the shower- barring the stickyness of our hair and skin and pungent smell of vodka. At the end of the night we had managed to lose all of our jackets, which had out in a plastic bag to shield them from the rainfall of alcohol and placed atop a railing(I am holding out hope some kind soul will return them- Mary's had her phone and keys in it), visit the medical center on the second floor several times for Sara's sake, dance on a raised surface, help a friend in a kissing competition, and take the longest bus ride ever home to DomoFrance, only to arrive back at our door at the ripe hour of 6 am. Only in France, on a Wednesday night.
Today I did not have class, and we all lounged around and finalized some travel plans for our breaks from school. Tomorrow class starts in the afternoon, and then Jemma, Jody, Mary, Annie and I are headed to PARIS! That is correct, and I cannot believe it myself. I am so excited, and I cannot wait.
I will write again after the weekend to tell every detail about the magnificent City of Lights.
Letting Go
It has been a while, so I think I am just going to hit the high points of the week and weekend to make for the most interesting blog post!
School has been a struggle for me, and I had a bit if a hard time this week after getting my grade back on my test and taking another one that did not go so well. I passed the first test with a 12, which is all I really need to do, but I was just getting frustrated with my lack of competency despite putting in a lot of effort. To top things off, I took another test on Thursday which I felt very prepared for, and was disappointed to find that a large part of the exam covered the only topic I did not study! Typical story of my life, but it was still frustrating none the less. I was getting upset about it and feeling stressed, so I decided to go for a run by the river with my friend Sarah to put things in perspective. Somehow putting your feet to the pavement with nothing but yourself and an ipod in tow can be extremely eye openening. I was running by the beautiful city on a clear, brisk night, Little Lion Man blasting in my ears as I passed my favorite building in Bordeaux, and, as cliche as it sounds, it made me realize what this trip and this life are truly about. I need to let go of the things I cannot control and enjoy myself and this gorgeous place. I work hard, that is all I can do, and that has to be enough. Okay, enough of my life epiphanies, on to the interesting... wine
I went to a wine tasting with the wine association at BEM on Thursday. We drove about 45 minutes outside of Bordeaux into wine country, and we visited a gorgeous Chateau Suduiraut that is famous for its sweet wines. The wines get so sweet because of a small type of mushroom that grows on the grapes and dilutes them of most of their water-leaving mostly sugar. I really liked the first wine we tasted, but the second was a little too sweet even for me. It was a dessert wine that was quite thick, almost a syrupy consistency. The first couple of sips were overpowering, but the after taste was surprisingly great. Hopefully we will get the opportunity to go on many more of the trips and learn much more about wine.
Saturday night Mary and I were invited to dinner at the apartment of a french boy, Victor, we met at the wine tasting. He is travelling to the U.S. in a week, and he wanted to talk a little about that, and we wanted to improve our french. We went over around 8:15, ate dinner, drank wine and beer, and then three of his close friends, also french, joined us, and we chatted unitl 1:00. Mary and I spoke french most of the night, and we learned so many new words that I can't even remember all of them. They were all so kind to us, and we did not have an awkward moment the whole time. I am so appreciative of their kindness, and I have been overwhelmed by everyone's hospitality and friendship. I know people say that the french are not overly kind and usually stereotype them as rude, but I have not encountered any of that here. I was so happy to have the opportunity to speak french all night in the presence of great company.
Bisous to all-
School has been a struggle for me, and I had a bit if a hard time this week after getting my grade back on my test and taking another one that did not go so well. I passed the first test with a 12, which is all I really need to do, but I was just getting frustrated with my lack of competency despite putting in a lot of effort. To top things off, I took another test on Thursday which I felt very prepared for, and was disappointed to find that a large part of the exam covered the only topic I did not study! Typical story of my life, but it was still frustrating none the less. I was getting upset about it and feeling stressed, so I decided to go for a run by the river with my friend Sarah to put things in perspective. Somehow putting your feet to the pavement with nothing but yourself and an ipod in tow can be extremely eye openening. I was running by the beautiful city on a clear, brisk night, Little Lion Man blasting in my ears as I passed my favorite building in Bordeaux, and, as cliche as it sounds, it made me realize what this trip and this life are truly about. I need to let go of the things I cannot control and enjoy myself and this gorgeous place. I work hard, that is all I can do, and that has to be enough. Okay, enough of my life epiphanies, on to the interesting... wine
I went to a wine tasting with the wine association at BEM on Thursday. We drove about 45 minutes outside of Bordeaux into wine country, and we visited a gorgeous Chateau Suduiraut that is famous for its sweet wines. The wines get so sweet because of a small type of mushroom that grows on the grapes and dilutes them of most of their water-leaving mostly sugar. I really liked the first wine we tasted, but the second was a little too sweet even for me. It was a dessert wine that was quite thick, almost a syrupy consistency. The first couple of sips were overpowering, but the after taste was surprisingly great. Hopefully we will get the opportunity to go on many more of the trips and learn much more about wine.
Saturday night Mary and I were invited to dinner at the apartment of a french boy, Victor, we met at the wine tasting. He is travelling to the U.S. in a week, and he wanted to talk a little about that, and we wanted to improve our french. We went over around 8:15, ate dinner, drank wine and beer, and then three of his close friends, also french, joined us, and we chatted unitl 1:00. Mary and I spoke french most of the night, and we learned so many new words that I can't even remember all of them. They were all so kind to us, and we did not have an awkward moment the whole time. I am so appreciative of their kindness, and I have been overwhelmed by everyone's hospitality and friendship. I know people say that the french are not overly kind and usually stereotype them as rude, but I have not encountered any of that here. I was so happy to have the opportunity to speak french all night in the presence of great company.
Bisous to all-
We Don't Serve Food on Saturday
Another weekend in the beautiful Bordeaux, and I am happy to report that this one wasn't as exciting as the previous one. I needed a little break from the habitual 5 am party; I am still having a hard time adjusting to this. At home, if I make it to 2:30 am that is considered a good night, but, here, not the case. 2:30 am is leaving early!
So, I guess I will just begin by recapping the weekend, beginning with the dreaded French test on Friday. It was not horrible by any means, and I am pretty sure I passed (that is all I have to do for this semester, 10 or above on a scale of 20, which is proving to not be as easy as I originally thought). I will let you know the results when we get it back, probably tomorrow. Friday evening a group of us went to a house party in Bordeaux. It was really fun, and there were a bunch of international students there, but I was completely exhausted from the week. We headed home early, or early for here at least, at 1 am, and then I was so, so happy because I got to use skype without interuption. The internet connection has been slow here because so many people use it at once, but at 2 am that it usually not the case!
Saturday we slept for so long, and I felt ten times better (8 o'clocks every day of the week are just rough). Another highlight of the day, I watched the Bachelor on my computer that morning! I am so happy it worked, and it will tide me over for a couple of months. We decided to go to lunch to debrief on the night before, the traditional American activity on a Saturday afternoon. We went back to the little restaurant Mary and I found in Talence and sat down to wait for a table. The bar tender came over to us, asked us what we would like, and Mary promtly said to eat. He replied very naturally that they do not serve food on Saturdays. All seven of us looked at each other, slightly embarrassed, and marched right out of the restaurant. As we continued walking down the street, we soon learned that most places in Talence do not serve food on Saturdays, only snacks. Welcome to France you backwards Americans! Honestly, I found it quite funny, and five of us just decided to head into Bordeaux for lunch; they serve food in Bordeaux after 2 or so! This is when the most wonderful thing happened to me... I found an organic, or bio in French, restaurant. I got to create my own salad, get a free vocabulary lesson on the names of vegetables, and eat a delicious meal for only 7.80 euros. The rest of the day was spent wandering Bordeaux on a gorgeous afternoon; I didn't even need a coat. Mary bought three pairs on shoes, Jenna one, and we all bought things at Carrefour. Don't worry just the grocery store; we joke because we have probably been to the grocery at least once a day. That evening we met up with some Irish girls, Megan and Emma, who are in mine and Mary's French class and have been here since last semester. We just hung out for a while in Megan's beautifully decorated DomoFrance apartment (there is hope for our apartment, and the makeover will begin this week), and then we headed to this club on a boat. Apparently Megan and Emma go all the time, but this time they would not let us in! They said we were too young or that they didn't know us. We were all wearing coats and boots, and we didn't even think about the possibility of not getting in. Next time I guess we should nix the jackets and trade the boots for heels... always heels, right La?
Today Mary and I have to work on our French project for class tomorrow, and we all plan to just relax and prepare for another week of school. I can and can't believe I have already been here for a week and a half. It feels like I have been here for so long already just because there has been so much to handle, and we have done so much already, but then again it feels like only yesterday that I arrived. I hope you all enjoy your Sunday.
Bisous
So, I guess I will just begin by recapping the weekend, beginning with the dreaded French test on Friday. It was not horrible by any means, and I am pretty sure I passed (that is all I have to do for this semester, 10 or above on a scale of 20, which is proving to not be as easy as I originally thought). I will let you know the results when we get it back, probably tomorrow. Friday evening a group of us went to a house party in Bordeaux. It was really fun, and there were a bunch of international students there, but I was completely exhausted from the week. We headed home early, or early for here at least, at 1 am, and then I was so, so happy because I got to use skype without interuption. The internet connection has been slow here because so many people use it at once, but at 2 am that it usually not the case!
Saturday we slept for so long, and I felt ten times better (8 o'clocks every day of the week are just rough). Another highlight of the day, I watched the Bachelor on my computer that morning! I am so happy it worked, and it will tide me over for a couple of months. We decided to go to lunch to debrief on the night before, the traditional American activity on a Saturday afternoon. We went back to the little restaurant Mary and I found in Talence and sat down to wait for a table. The bar tender came over to us, asked us what we would like, and Mary promtly said to eat. He replied very naturally that they do not serve food on Saturdays. All seven of us looked at each other, slightly embarrassed, and marched right out of the restaurant. As we continued walking down the street, we soon learned that most places in Talence do not serve food on Saturdays, only snacks. Welcome to France you backwards Americans! Honestly, I found it quite funny, and five of us just decided to head into Bordeaux for lunch; they serve food in Bordeaux after 2 or so! This is when the most wonderful thing happened to me... I found an organic, or bio in French, restaurant. I got to create my own salad, get a free vocabulary lesson on the names of vegetables, and eat a delicious meal for only 7.80 euros. The rest of the day was spent wandering Bordeaux on a gorgeous afternoon; I didn't even need a coat. Mary bought three pairs on shoes, Jenna one, and we all bought things at Carrefour. Don't worry just the grocery store; we joke because we have probably been to the grocery at least once a day. That evening we met up with some Irish girls, Megan and Emma, who are in mine and Mary's French class and have been here since last semester. We just hung out for a while in Megan's beautifully decorated DomoFrance apartment (there is hope for our apartment, and the makeover will begin this week), and then we headed to this club on a boat. Apparently Megan and Emma go all the time, but this time they would not let us in! They said we were too young or that they didn't know us. We were all wearing coats and boots, and we didn't even think about the possibility of not getting in. Next time I guess we should nix the jackets and trade the boots for heels... always heels, right La?
Today Mary and I have to work on our French project for class tomorrow, and we all plan to just relax and prepare for another week of school. I can and can't believe I have already been here for a week and a half. It feels like I have been here for so long already just because there has been so much to handle, and we have done so much already, but then again it feels like only yesterday that I arrived. I hope you all enjoy your Sunday.
Bisous
The menu at my new favorite organic restaurant, Natures.
My first actual "French" crepe.
Soldes in France
Today I had a really nice day. Nothing too thrilling or anything, but Mary and I went into the town of Talence to find a little cafe to study for our French tomorrow, and we stumbled upon the cutest place, Neo. We both order croque monsieur, and it was absolutely delicious. It was my first time having it, so I had no clue what was in store. It is basically a grilled ham and cheese sandwich except the cheese is on the outside of the bread, so it is melted and slightly crispy-perfection. The rest of the afternoon Mary and I just sat and reviewed over our notes. My French class is quite the struggle for me, and I just want to be prepared for the test tomorrow. I am without a doubt the weakest student in the class, so I am working extra hard to improve my French and take advantage of the opportunity. The teacher is definitely not the nicest lady in the world, and she is working with me to help me learn to throttle my "r" correctly. Class was fun today, though. We listened to French songs and had to try to write down the lyrics. It is great practice for our listening skills. Another exciting thing today-Mary and I went to the Casino (the name of the grocery store here! but it is so fun to say), and you all know how I love my grocery shopping. We basically go once a day! Anyway, Mary and I went to the Casino, and I found salsa and oatmeal-two things I have been searching for! I was so so happy. Also, we got frequent shoppers cards, so I really feel like a true French resident now. Well I'm off to study a little more and then possibly get my American fix via the Bachelor. Hope you have all had a great day!
Mary Dell, the picture is just for you! Rue St. Catheribe yesterday during the first day of sales.
Le Premier Jour
Today marked the first day of schoola at the Bordeaux School of Management. I was a little bit nervous walking into the classroom this morning because I had absolutely no idea what to expect, and we all know how much I love the unknown. Class began at 8:30 this morning, and I woke up at 7:30 to begin my first "normal" morning. Since we have no microwave, I boiled water on the stove to mix into my Active Lifestyle oatmeal(yes, I have brought a piece of you with me Case). I did my hair, shocking I know, dressed, and then headed over to BEM with Jody, Mary, and Jemma. Mary and I are in the same class together, so we were able to share in our nervousness together. The class we are taking this sequence- we take one class at a time here, one class every three weeks for five sets of three weeks, so it is fifteen hours- is a French language class for exchange students. When we got in there I was pleased to find that I knew several other students in the class, so that was a little comforting. Our teacher walked in, and we began class. She outlined the course schedule, we all had the opportunity to introduce ourselves, and then we started learning about Europe, the government, and all things pertaining to the french government. She handed out a set of three worksheets that asked questions about Bordeaux, France, and Europe in general, and I literally only knew one answer: Nicolas Sarkozy is the president of France! It was slightly embarrassing, and it just goes to show how little we learn about other countries or even continents in the United States. We got one thirty minute at 10:00, and after that we had to split up into groups according to home country and give a presentation on our country's government. Mary and I are the only Americans in the class, so we were on our own to explain the government in french! I made it through, not so eloquently, but we are determined to learn a lot and work hard. We were already assigned homework, so I'm not sure that is the best sign! It is definitely going to be a challenge for me, and everyone else in the class is far better than me in French, but I am mostly hoping to really improve my language skills. If this class can help me do that, it will be a success.
Class ended at 12:00, and I headed back to DomoFrance to change for a quick run around Talence. Running is such a great way to explore a new place without having to walk around cluelessly, so I decided to go in a new direction today. The weather was beautiful, and I found some new restaurants and grocery stores. After I got back, a group of about ten exchange students and I decided to venture into the heart of Bordeaux to shop at Auchan. How to explain Auchan... it is a giant Walmart with everything you could ever want in it. It is three stories full of groceries, home supplies, clothing, everything. We had to take two trains to get there, but it was a stroll compared to Ikea. Jody and I still needed several things for the apartment, including bleach to combat the mold, so we were thrilled to be going to Auchan. Who knew that bath towels and kitchen pans could make a person so happy. The trip took a little over three hours, but it was most definitely worth it. The apartment is coming together slowlt but surely, in large part to Jody. We did not have shower curtain for a while, so the water was just splashing all over the bathroom! (Also, it is not your American shower, it is just a shower head on the wall in the middle of the bathroom that turns on when you plug the sink, very Euro chic!) She managed to rig a shower curtain to the ceiling and then lower it to the ground with rope. I will have to take pictures to fully capture its essence.
The remainder of the night was spent finishing homework, cooking dinner in my semblance of a kitchen, eggs with a french baguette, repairing Mary's speakers so we can listen to music, it was all Jody-she has a gift with technology unlike myself-, and watching Jody complete her work on the shower. Day two tomorrow. Bonne nuit all.
Class ended at 12:00, and I headed back to DomoFrance to change for a quick run around Talence. Running is such a great way to explore a new place without having to walk around cluelessly, so I decided to go in a new direction today. The weather was beautiful, and I found some new restaurants and grocery stores. After I got back, a group of about ten exchange students and I decided to venture into the heart of Bordeaux to shop at Auchan. How to explain Auchan... it is a giant Walmart with everything you could ever want in it. It is three stories full of groceries, home supplies, clothing, everything. We had to take two trains to get there, but it was a stroll compared to Ikea. Jody and I still needed several things for the apartment, including bleach to combat the mold, so we were thrilled to be going to Auchan. Who knew that bath towels and kitchen pans could make a person so happy. The trip took a little over three hours, but it was most definitely worth it. The apartment is coming together slowlt but surely, in large part to Jody. We did not have shower curtain for a while, so the water was just splashing all over the bathroom! (Also, it is not your American shower, it is just a shower head on the wall in the middle of the bathroom that turns on when you plug the sink, very Euro chic!) She managed to rig a shower curtain to the ceiling and then lower it to the ground with rope. I will have to take pictures to fully capture its essence.
The remainder of the night was spent finishing homework, cooking dinner in my semblance of a kitchen, eggs with a french baguette, repairing Mary's speakers so we can listen to music, it was all Jody-she has a gift with technology unlike myself-, and watching Jody complete her work on the shower. Day two tomorrow. Bonne nuit all.
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