tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52830396901872031522024-03-21T15:28:47.298-07:00Lo Goes to France!Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16602023221069312820noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283039690187203152.post-87972935502044195832012-04-25T09:17:00.003-07:002012-04-25T09:23:58.470-07:00Pretending that I'm never coming homeHello everybody! My time is quickly running out so I thought it was time for a new update. It's almost time to start the 1 month countdown until my departure, which conjures many different feelings. It mainly reminds me to appreciate each day I have left!<br />
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It seems that change is in the air. For one thing, I chopped my hair off. It was time. I had been sporting my long hair for far too long, and I told myself that during my year abroad, I would get a fresh new 'do. So voila! new hair, new moi.<br />
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So, I am a really lucky fille because my mom came to visit!!! For the second time! This time she brought along our good friend (also named Chris) and we traveled Paris and Bordeaux together. It's been great hanging out with them, hearing stories from home and showing them around my city. The only problem is the weather lately has been terrible...rain and wind every day. They have been quite the troopers though, putting up with this storm and willing to go out anyway.<br />
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In Paris we did the tourist routine and saw the important stuff. It's so hard to cram everything in in just a matter of a few days! You really need a lot of time and energy to see all there is to see in Paris, and even if you have both of those, I believe it takes many times of re-visiting the city to do everything you want to. Even after many times of going back myself, there are countless things I still haven't done. But at the same time, I actually felt pretty comfortable in Paris this time around, rather than being totally overwhelmed and confused and stressed like before. It was cool to have a feel for it, to be able to ride the metro without making mistakes, to speak French without being responded to in English. Maybe after a few more times I can pretend to be a real Parisienne! That is my excuse for having to revisit :) there is something about that city that I am in love with. Yep, just stamp 'hopeless romantic' across my forehead.<br />
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Some highlights of Paris: <br />
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After Paris we came back to Bordeaux. Unfortunately it was even worse weather :( but we still made the most of it. Today we went to Saint Emillion, a beautiful town outside of Bordeaux famous for its wine. We were lucky to have no rain and even a little bit of sun there! It was my mom's last day, so it was a great way to end her trip and stock up on some quality wine. Having my mom come to visit really meant a lot to me. Sometimes I forget how much I miss home and everyone in my life in California, and my mom being here was a reminder of how important your roots are. I feel like I've established a new life here in France but I can never forget what's most important. Ok I'll stop before I get too sappy.<br />
....and I got lazy with taking pictures, so none from Bordeaux. Maybe I'll add some later. <br />
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On to other things... as you may have forgotten, I do go to school here in Bordeaux. If it seems like I don't mention it, it's because it is the least exciting part of my life here. But, it is almost over! I have one exam left, which is in a week (yikes!!!!) Then I can officially say my studies abroad are fini. I've actually been done with classes for quite a while, now it's just exam time. After it's done, I can focus on the important things: getting in every last picnic, quiz night, and adventure before I leave.<br />
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And traveling of course! My friends are arriving in about a month and then we're off to Paris, Amsterdam, Spain and Portugal. It will be a whirlwind adventure and I'm so ready for it. I can hardly wait!<br />
These are my 2 besties who I'll be traveling with: :)<br />
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On speaking francais:<br />
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Many of my friends ask me if I'm fluent in French yet. I just laugh because I know I am so far off from being fluent. It would probably take years of living in France to achieve that, but at the same time, I know I have made significant progress. That's another reason I'm so hesitant to go back home- I feel that I have finally gotten comfortable with speaking and now I just have to turn around and revert back to English. but I'm going to try really really hard to keep up my French back in California, even if I have to just talk to myself! Anyway, I think learning French came in stages. When I first arrived, I quickly learned to correct my mistakes and to say basic and useful phrases. As time went on, I picked up more expressions and expanded my vocabulary. Recently, I've improved on familiar ways of speaking and slang (which always cracks the frenchies up since I usually say it wrong). It's cool to track my progress and remember how I sounded in the beginning, compared to now. My strongest language is definitely Franglais.<br />
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Going Home <br />
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I've been thinking about my return home a lot lately. I'm mostly nervous because coming home means that my year abroad, which has been my focus ever since I started taking French, is coming to an end. As of now I don't have any set goals or a clear direction of what I want to do with my life. It's a scary thing knowing that I'm supposed to graduate college in a year...and then what? The end of this adventure brings up a lot of scary questions. I guess that's normal for everyone my age, but I really hope things fall into place. I have a strong feeling that coming back to France is in the stars for me :)<br />
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But at the same time, I am extremely super hella stoked to get back to beautiful California and see everyone and everything that I've missed. I'm sure it will be a trip to re-learn American ways of life and my friends will have to fill me in on all the culture I've missed. I'm especially missing my big fat bundle of joy Buddy:<br />
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Not to mention all the food I've desperately been missing, like In n Out, chinese food, breakfast (hash browns!!!!), mexican food,.... I have to stop before I start going crazy. I know I'm being a stereotypical food-obsessed American right now, but to the frenchies reading this blog, le bon vin et le fromage vous manqueront aussi, n'est-ce pas? ;)<br />
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Basically, there's the upside and the downside to all things in life. If you get caught up in it too much, you'll miss the ride :) which is the best part! So on that note, I will assure you that I'm making the most out of every day that remains. Vive la France!!!!! I love and miss you all. See you very soon! :)<br />
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<br />Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16602023221069312820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283039690187203152.post-86708908739226610502012-04-01T13:55:00.001-07:002012-04-01T14:23:26.580-07:00Bienvenue au printempsbonjour tous! since it's has been such a beautiful weather, I decided a new blog post is definitely in order. Before I begin, let me set the scene: I'm perched on my very narrow little window balcony catching the last rays of the sunshine, which is on one hand tres francais and cool but also very dangerous. I hope I don't fall off while writing this. Also, I'm creepily peering in on the moving-in process of my neighbors across the street, and I'd just like to note that they appear to be yelling at each other at one moment, and intensely making out the next. ahhh l'amour francais!<br />
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Anyway, on to relevant things. It's officially springtime in France! The weather has been gloriously warm and sunny. It has seriously turned the city around. Instead of being miserably cold and frost-bitten, les bordelais are emerging out and everyone is enjoying the warm days. I've spent almost every afternoon in the jardin public- picnic-ing, reading, hanging out with friends or just doing anything (note how studying is not included in that list :) ) And I finally can retire the gigantic parka I had been sporting around and break out the summer clothes! Like a true Californian, I was really missing the sun, and I'm very glad to have it back.<br />
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<u><span style="color: #0b5394;">Beach Day!!!</span></u><br />
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This weekend, my friends and I voyaged to Arcachon, a beach town about an hour outside of Bordeaux for a day of fun in the sun. It was basically the best day ever! I finally arrived after having missed the first 2 trains I was supposed to take (yes, some things never change). We had great friends (Americans, English and Frenchies!), tons of food, drinks, and various sports balls to play with. I took a quick little dip in the Atlantic, which surprisingly was not that cold. I guess I'm just used to frigid waters that you cannot really swim in unless you are properly equipped with a full-body wet suit. Nevertheless, it was great to be reunited with the ocean! And it was nice to get out of Bordeaux and enjoy some other attractions that the south-west of France has to offer. The beach also gave me a little teaser of the west coast, which I've missed so much. Our beach day inspired us to plan a trip to Biarritz in the near future- another beach town in the Basque country. Such travelers, I know.<br />
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<u>Visitors</u><br />
So I am a very lucky fille and get to have lots of people visiting me. First let's backtrack. Mon petit copain de paris Victor came down to Bordeaux<u> </u>pour me rendre une visite! It was awesome having him here. And speaking of Arcachon, we took a little day trip there as well! It wasn't quite as nice weather as Beach Day, but it was still lovely. He got me to try several French foods that I've always been wary of, like steak tartar, and mussels. It's cool having a true frenchy around to make you experience these kinds of things.<br />
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</tbody></table>Next order of business: my mom and her friend are coming to visit, for the second time, during spring break! I'm super excited to see her again (I can't believe I get to have family visit me twice during my year here!) And, her friend is hilarious and crazy, so I can't wait for the shenanigans the 3 of us will get into. I'm meeting them in Paris, then coming back to Bordeaux. We're going to fit in a couple of trips to Toulouse and perhaps San Sebastian to taste a little bit more of France. I love playing tour guide!<br />
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And, at the end of May, my two best friends Brian and Aidan are coming!!! I know I know, I'm too spoiled. So far, we have Spain and Portugal planned, and Amsterdam is definitely in the stars too. And maybe some other adventures. I'm stoked cause I haven't been able to travel very much, but I get to do so with my two boys :)<br />
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Mandatory note on school just to prove I actually do attend university (sort of) :<br />
It's almost over!<br />
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annnnd this leads me to the fact that I'm going home in like 2 months !!!!!!! I have extremely mixed emotions about this. seriously, sometimes when the thought of leaving France pops in my head, I want to start crying. But on the other hand I miss having a routine back home and being familiar with my culture. I also know that I have to make this last part of my journey really count, so that's what I'm gonna do! Yeah I know, I mentioned this whole dilemma before. But it really is something I think all of us go through when you are put into this situation. Adjusting to a new life, and then having to re-learn how to behave in your own. It's a bizarre paradox. Anyway, I keep reminding myself to focus on the moment and enjoy every last second. Go hard or go home right?<br />
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So that's all for now folks. I'm gonna try to get better at chronicling my remaining time here, but to be quite honest it's the same shit that goes on day to day- I just make it sound all fancy and interesting in this blog :) (at least that's what I'm aiming for)<br />
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I'll leave you with this:<br />
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bisous a tous!Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16602023221069312820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283039690187203152.post-36651667138633297482012-02-27T14:22:00.000-08:002012-04-26T11:59:03.840-07:00A just-because blog post.Bonjour tous. So the other day I was thinking how I only blog when I feel like i have important stuff to say. You know, like when I return from a trip or do something really exciting, things like that. Then I realized, this blog is supposed to document my daily life in France, so why not write a blog just because? So here we go.<br />
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I was recently informed that it is Leap Year this year. (I know, I'm really out of the loop...) This kind of freaked me out, because not only does it mean I have to pay rent sooner, but also that my eminent return home is coming 2 days sooner. I know it seems silly, but lately I have really been struggling with the fact that in just 3 months I'm coming home. Half of me is super excited about this, but the other half is having a mini panic attack every time I think about it. After 6 months of living in a foreign country, I've had plenty of challenges that sometimes make me want to hop on the next flight back to California. However, those obstacles have made me learn more than I ever have in my whole life. And right now, I finally feel like I understand this culture, its people, its habits, its facon de vivre. I can speak the language, I know my way around. I have friends! French friends!!!!!! And so just as I start to feel comfortable, BAM- in 3 months I have to leave! And re-immerse myself in American culture! Alright alright, I'm just going to stop myself here because you are all probably thinking, this girl is crazy and needs to ferme sa bouche. I just have a lot of emotions running around my head and it helps to write (type?) them out. Moving on....<br />
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This week I'm on February vacances. Most of my friends are off gallivanting around Europe, but yours truly is here in Bordeaux writing blogs and French papers. Mostly blogs, though. It is kind of nice to have a week off and just have the freedom to do nothing. Plus the weather has been getting nicer (finally!!! I don't have to waddle around in 15 layers of clothes!!!) so I'm soaking up the sunshine for the first time in it feels like forever. Today mon ami Max et moi enjoyed the sunny day by walking around the jardin and the city, and watched the sun go down on the quai (the river). Beer may or may not have accompanied these events. I'm planning on continuing days like this during the week.<br />
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I guess I should mention school ... since I am here to study after all... Well to be honest, it's a subject I have the least to say about. This is a representation of my friends' and my general sentiments towards it.<br />
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It's kind of a joke. I go to class and come out feeling like I probably could have talked to a random French person for 2 hours and learned more from that conversation than from the time I spent in class. It's interesting to see how French people do college, but let's just say I really appreciate the American university system. (no offense to any frenchies who are reading this, but most agree with me anyway). I have to say that my psychology class is pretty interesting and challenging though! Regardless, I am profiting from the experience of living here alone, so it all works out in the end.<br />
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Lately, it has been many people's birthdays. This is obviously a cause for celebration, especially since several of my friends turned 21. And you know what that birthday means.... Well at least in America. The whole being-able-to-legally-drink thing doesn't really have any significance in Europe. But don't you worry, we carried on the tradition of drinking an inordinate amount and making questionable decisions, just as if we were at home. For my roomie Arielle's b-day, we climbed a fountain. Oh, we went to bars n stuff, but we climbed a fountain!!! Not just any fountain. The Quinconces fountain! Which is a humongous fountain/statue/landmark of bordeaux. Here is a picture of it normally (also by Alex's request) :<br />
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And here are pictures of us climbing it:<br />
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So yeah. Never a dull moment ;) Aside from those shenanigans, it was also my friend Marina's 21st. We had a delicious potluck dinner chez Sara, who made galettes (a savory fried pancake-type thing) for the main dish. And cake!!! It was so good. And it goes without saying that we followed that up with a little partying ;)<br />
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Some exciting news: People are coming to visit me!!!! First of all: my mom! yep, she is coming for a second time in April. And, she's coming with her hilarious friend. So needless to say it will be a crazy adventure. I think we're going to take a little trip to Nice too. It will be cool to show them France in the springtime, which I predict will be around 12492738942 times better than France in the cold winter. Secondly: My 2 besties Brian and Aidan will be coming! This is like the best news ever because they are basically the best guys ever and I have missed them an insane amount. I'm gonna finally be able to travel around with them- we're planning on Amsterdam, Spain, and who knows where else. I'm so sososososososo so excited!!!!!! The future is bright:)<br />
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Oh!!! Wanna see my new house??!! I finally took some pictures.<br />
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Yep so that is my new humble abode! Pretty cool, n'est-ce pas?<br />
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So to conclude this just-because blog, I'd like to say that even in times where nothing too exciting is happening, I enjoy every minute here in beautiful Bordeaux :) Every day is a new adventure, learning new words, meeting new people. It's kind of like being a child. But I get to do grown-up things. The hardships and homesickness pass, and as my friend told me today, I will look back and laugh at those frustrating times. And I'll remember my amazing experience :)<br />
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bisous à tous, je vous aime et vous me manquez!! xoxoLaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16602023221069312820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283039690187203152.post-12362016930060982282012-01-31T11:57:00.000-08:002012-04-26T11:57:04.214-07:00New semester, Italy, et beaucoup d'autres chosesSalut y'all! thought it was time to jot down some recent occurrences. Time passes so quickly, I always forget how long it's been since I last posted. It is currently a rainy and very very cold day in Bordeaux, so obviously I am curled up under the covers (and not in class). I have never been so cold in my life than I am here. I kind of feel like this:<br />
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<u>Lauren Cope comes to France</u><br />
My friend Lauren Cope came to visit me in France !! She stayed with me for 2 weeks and we had a grand old time. I showed her all around Bordeaux. It was fun being the tour guide and pretending I know a bunch of facts about this country. But in reality I just made up a lot of information. I think she caught on to me. It was also hilarious to witness the language barrier from an outside perspective, although I was also victim to that in Italy (you'll read about that later).<br />
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We also squeezed in a weekend trip to Paris. We went to the Louvre, which I was super stoked about. Not only because it's the largest and maybe the most famous museum in the world, but because last time I went there (8 years or so ago), I was really sick and kind of had to lay down on benches the whole time. So needless to say, the 2nd time around was much more interesting and fruitful. We also cruised down la Seine, saw the Eiffel Tower and partied with frenchies. All in all it was a successful trip to Paris.<br />
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After we returned back to Bordeaux, I had to start school (more on that nightmare later). Before we knew it, it was time for Lauren to head back home and start her new semester too. It went by too quickly but we had a great time.<br />
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<u>Second Semester in Bordeaux</u><br />
Ok, can I just say that I CANNOT believe it's already February (almost) and spring semester is already like 3 weeks in. I know I always say how fast time goes by in my posts....but for real, I am trippin out!!!! So I finally have my emploi du temps all figured out. You may think registering for classes would be slightly easier second semester, since I did it before. No. Pas du tout. It was an excruciating process filled with hours of waiting, confusion, uncertainty and being made fun of for my terrible accent. Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating a little- it wasn't thaaaat bad. I made it out alive! But the disorganization of French...everything...never ceases to amaze me.<br />
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So I'm taking French literature, a French film class, methodology (where you learn how to be a French student) and ... drum roll.... PSYCHOLOGYY!!! yay! i am very excited about this because I really missed learning about psychology, the most interesting thing on the planet. It gives me a break from learning about French culture all day. My one psych class is Developmental Psych, all about the development of the brain from infants to adulthood. And, I feel like I really have come a long way cause I can understand about 80% of the lectures on a good day. Oh and another added bonus is that I go to a separate campus for psychology, which is 18923748932 x better than my other campus (which looks like a post-war zone). This is me in front of la belle fac à Bordeaux 2:<br />
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<u>Italia!!!!</u><br />
Last weekend, I jetted off to Rome to meet up with my friend from Davis! She just happened to be spending a week in Italy, so I couldn't pass up the opportunity to rendez-vous in Roma. It was such an incredible weekend. I've never been so moved by art. I feel like I witnessed the culmination of human kind's finest achievements, right before my eyes!!!! Several things I saw literally brought me to tears. Here's a recap: I arrived Friday and miraculously found my friends (without the aid of technology). The first thing we did was go to a photography exhibit at a really cool gallery. The photographer turned out to be Steve McCurry, a famous photographer for National Geographic. It was a collection of hundreds of his most famous photos from all over the world- New York City to Africa to India to Europe. Here are some of my favorite :<br />
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I was amazed at the emotion he was able to capture in each photo, without needing an explanation. Mind blowing!!!<br />
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Next on the list was to see the Trevi Fountain. We managed to find it at night and man was it beautiful!!! I threw a couple coins in for good luck.<br />
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The next day we were the ultimate tourists. We took a 4 hour tour of Vatican City, including the Vatican Museum, the Sistine Chapel, and St. Peter's Basilica. Again, I could not believe that I was physically standing in the presence of such amazing, world-renowned works of art! It was exhausting but well-worth it. Our tour guide was a jolly American who I found out was from San Francisco! Le monde est petit. He was full of interesting information and really added to the tour. When I got to the Sistine Chapel, I felt as if I were in a dream. Though there are hundreds of tourists, the security guards make you be silent, as if to reinforce the holiness of it. Everyone has their heads tilted to the ceiling, taking in this spectacular sight. Every square inch is filled with detail- Michelangelo really was a genius. I was humbled and in awe.<br />
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Following that, we went to Saint Peter's Basilica, the largest church in the world. If it was possible, I was even more amazed by this. There is just something about churches that I love. When I stepped in I was overwhelmed. I just kept thinking, the fact that humans can create such a thing- and so long ago, with limited tools- seems so unreal. We walked down into the catacombs, where the Popes are buried. Upon leaving Vatican City, I felt so deeply touched by art and history. It still gives me the chills!<br />
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After a much needed nap, Sarah and I hit the town for some debauchery. I'll give you a hint how the night went:<br />
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We met some ... interesting... Italians, then went out with a new friend. It was a crazy night that produced many funny stories, that aren't necessarily blog appropriate ;)<br />
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One thing I noticed was how difficult it was not speaking the language. Though I am nowhere near close to a fluent level in French, I can easily communicate important things, and even hold semi-interesting conversations. In Italy, I was limited to "ciao", "bella", and the combination- "ciao bella". Maybe throw in a "buon giorno"and that was the extent of my vocabulary. I felt disabled and alienated at times... it put things in a different perspective for me. the language barrier can be impossible, but we made it through- and it made for hilarious, awkward interactions!<br />
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Rome is an amazing city and I recommend that everyone visits. Just drop what you're doing and buy a ticket! Except finish reading this blog, of course :)<br />
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<u>Bordeaux Life </u><br />
I have been adjusting quite well to living on my own. I've started expanding my cooking horizons, and my friends and I decided to have a dinner party once a week to practice our cooking and just relax over a good home-cooked meal. Last time I hosted it chez moi, and made poulet à la crème- SO GOOD! By the time I come home, I'll be full of yummy French recipes that I can just whip up :)<br />
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I'm past the halfway point of my year in France. It's hard to wrap my head around, but in just 4 months I'll be returning to California. It's bittersweet for me, but I know I have many more adventures to come. Til then mes amis, I'll try to keep ya updated via my blog! Hope you enjoy! love and miss you all!!!Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16602023221069312820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283039690187203152.post-10118249689446147822012-01-05T10:34:00.000-08:002012-04-26T11:30:26.277-07:00That one time I was in France for the holidaysBonjour!!! Ooooh lalalalala, these past few weeks have been so amazing. I feel like I've been living in a dream! I am one lucky fille to have this experience. So here's a recount of my Christmas and New Year in France - j'ai beaucoup à dire!<br />
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To begin with, my mère came to visit me for Christmas! We had a wonderful time traipsing around Paris and Bordeaux. It was really nice and comforting to see her, especially for the holidays. Living so far away can be hard sometimes, so being able to spend time with my mom was awesome. She arrived in Paris, so I met her there and we spent a few days soaking in the beauty of Paris at Christmas time. I also made a new Parisian friend :) and I got to ride on the back of his motorcycle !!! That has been one of my French cliché dreams for so long, and it was finally fulfilled. Besides my girly dreams coming true, my mom and I did lots of fun things in Paris. We ate at really nice restaurants, saw the Eiffel Tower at night, visited the Musée Rodin AND the Musée D'Orsay, and re-visited the Notre Dame (one of my favorite sights). We were very tourist-y looking, but I had to take pics:<br />
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It was very cold and gray, but we still had a great time.<br />
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After our little séjour à Paris, we headed back to Bordeaux. I had lots of things planned to see and do, but we kind of took the relaxing route and just chilled at Erika's a lot of the time. That was fine by me! However, I did show my mom the must-sees of Bordeaux, like the fountain at Place de Quinconces, the St. André cathedral, and of course Rue St. Catherine. We even got a drink one night at Charles Dickens (and got harassed by drunk French mecs) ! All part of the experience though. Erika and her daughters left for the campagne for Christmas, so the Americans had the house to ourselves. It was really nice- my mom cooked a delicious dinner on Christmas Eve which we spent with my roommates Laura, Deyuanne and her sister and brother, and our friend Hannah.<br />
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It was really sad when my mom had to go back to California, and I was a little nervous she wouldn't make her way back home without my French-speaking assistance, but she is an intelligent and capable lady so there were no problems :)<br />
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The next exciting thing that happened was that I moved into my new house!!! It is so amazing. It's right down the street from Jardin Public, my favorite spot in Bordeaux. The weather is ugly right now, so it's not at its prime, but I'm still enjoying the fact I can walk 5 minutes and be in this huge beautiful park. Can't wait for spring time, when I'll be pique-niquing there every day! This picture doesn't even do it justice, but take a look:<br />
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Also, the house is really really cool. I wanted to take pictures but my camera is currently dead and I'm too parasseuse to charge it. More pics will be posted soon. But it's very modern, with a metal grate-type winding staircase and a spacious living room. My room is awesome too, and my colocatrice Arielle is so nice! I'm really happy with my situation. And I'm finally walking distance from downtown, so no more worrying about catching the last tram. Oh and I'm learning to cook! So far I've made spaghetti and an omelette! I know I know, I'm no Rachel Ray yet...but you gotta take baby steps. Anyway, I love living on my own, and life is good :)<br />
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Next order of business: I went to Nantes with Edouard, mon ami francais, for New Year's!! It was a blast. His family is so nice, and let me stay with them in their cute home. I was spoiled with delicious home cooked meals grâce à Ed's mom. She is Australian so we spoke English with each other, but I also spoke a lot of french. I can tell my speaking and comprehension is improving, albeit slowly.<br />
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Ed took me around the city of Nantes, which is very modern and artsy. First we went to super cool graffiti exposition at a contemporary art museum, called Faire le Mur, which means to sneak out. They had quite some interesting and unique pieces.<br />
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We also visited a beautiful cathedral. Downtown Nantes is really nice too, it reminds me of Bordeaux a bit. Oh, and the coolest thing was this giant moving mechanical elephant! The city just decided to build it for no particular reason, but it was truly amazing. It was like a sign :)<br />
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The highlight of the trip to Nantes was that I got to go to a classy French new year's eve party! Ed's sister Claire invited us to her friend's apartment, which was la classe. Unfortunately I don't have pictures (or maybe it is fortunate...) but it was really great. There was foie gras, saumon, champagne...everything to make a true soirée. We rang in 2012 in style (sort of) and I get to say I spent new years in France :) The next day Ed and I went back to Bordeaux and I began the process of moving into my new place.<br />
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Since then, things have been easy breezy... school starts the 16th so I have a nice long break. Most of my friends are traveling or back in California for the holidays, so i've kinda been extremely lazy. I'll be taking psych classes this semester though, so that's probably gonna kick my fesse... gotta gear up for school mode soon!<br />
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Well mes amis, that pretty much sums up the recent happenings of my vie francaise. I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday wherever you are! Happy New Year, I miss all y'all more than I can express in a blog.<br />
Gros bisous :)Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16602023221069312820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283039690187203152.post-71202177424589411182011-12-17T03:40:00.000-08:002012-04-26T11:23:37.637-07:00End of the semesterWaaooww it's been a while !!! ... I feel like I've been starting my posts with that too often :( but it's a rainy morning in Bordeaux so I figured what better time to whip out a new post. And my blog-savvy friend Sara told me I need to put more spaces in my blogs, so that my giant paragraphs of storytelling aren't intimidating. Oh and ps, thanks for reading this cause I feel like I'm just posting these to cyber space and no one really cares about what I have to say. SO merci:)<br />
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Ok so the weather is actually terrifying. It <i>almost</i> prevented me from sortir-ing hier soir. Almost is the key word there. This is the aftermath of ce mauvais temps:<br />
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except I don't look nearly as glamorous as that girl. I look a lot more soaked and haggard and wet-dog-like.<br />
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Anyway, besides the torrential storms, la vie bordelaise is amazing as usual. OH my god I can't believe first semester's over. It's insane and scary how fast time is going by. These last 4 months seem to have been compacted into a whirlwind blur... Time really is a TRIP.<br />
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One sad thing about this fact is that our friends who chose to spend only 1 semester here are leaving. This is immensely triste because we've made some great friendships , and Bordeaux just won't be the same without them. But I'm lucky to have met them and I know this isn't goodbye forever. We've already planned a road trip when we all get back to California :)<br />
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To say au revoir, we went out to a nice lunch at a real French restaurant. This is a rare occasion since we're all poor foreign students, and our lunches usually consist of cheap kebabs or fast-food pasta. But we decided to class it up at a cute restaurant downtown. The food was delicious and it was a great way to have one last get together.<br />
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Of course, lunch wasn't our only last hurrah. We had to go to our favorite pub, Houses of Parliament (aka our second home) one last time! There were lots of Californians from our program there, getting in their final Serbian iced teas or Long Islands (both very dangerous!)<br />
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A picture's worth a thousand words, right? ; )<br />
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So for the holidays, my friends Sara and Marina are lucky filles and get to go back to California. I'm jealous they get to have a taste of home, but what's even better is that my mom is coming to France! I really thought it wasn't gonna happen, but she pulled through at the last minute. I am leaving tomorrow to meet her in Paris, then taking her back to Bordeaux. I am so excited to play tour guide and show her everything I've experienced here. And I really miss my mom! You can't beat spending Christmas in France, and having your mom with you too is just the icing on the cake :)<br />
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Mama Menagh is leaving before the new year, so my french friend Ed invited me to spend new years with him and his family in Nantes!<br />
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Needless to say, I am very excited. I'm lucky to have nice French friends! <br />
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Another little piece of news is that I'm moving! I spent an interesting first semester living with Erika, my host mom, in her home, but it is time to déménager. I will miss living here with my great roomies Laura and Deyuanne. And I'll miss those chickens too I guess. I snapped this pic of a silly poule standing on a cement block:<br />
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But I found a great room to rent downtown in a lovely house, right next to my favorite spot- Jardin Public. I'm so excited for all the picnics that will take place there in springtime! And I'm looking forward to a more independent living situation.<br />
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Ahhh, it feels like just yesterday I was frantically packing my bags to leave for France. Now one semester is behind us, and a new one is waiting. So many crazy things have happened already, I can't imagine what another 6 months has in store. But I really can't wait to find out !<br />
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Ohhh.. just realized that I have mentioned school approximately 0 times in this post. I assure you, I actually am studying here!!! Finals were interesting... all I have to say is the French university system is a piece of work. I made it out alive though! Over all, my classes were interesting and I learned a thing or two. I really enjoyed my littérature class. The professor was a little wacky, but those are the best kind! He was very interesting and kind to us foreign students. My Linguistics class sucked, besides getting a good laugh out of the hilariously grumpy and frazzled professor. Phonetics class was definitely helpful with pronunciation, although I don't know if it actually made a difference since my accent is still notoriously Californian. Oh and I can't forget Dragons, aka Middle Ages class! I don't really have a comment for that one, actually. It was.... interesting. All in all, this semester was a good introduction to the French university way of life. I can't wait to get back to taking Psych though, which I'll be doing next semester.<br />
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Ohh, lala lala lala, guess it's time to wrap things up. Im not sure if anyone actually cares about the ongoings of my life that I post here, so if you made it through til the end, merci :) As always, I'm thinking about my homies back at home and missing everyone dearly! I'll be back in June - c'est booon ca! ; )<br />
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love all y'all, bisouuss!Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16602023221069312820noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283039690187203152.post-38230726102279982892011-11-20T08:20:00.000-08:002012-04-26T11:20:15.992-07:00London, Paris, We live in Bordeaux!Bonjour y'ally y'all! wow I have been seriously lackin on this blog. but now I have new and exciting things to regale to you! I just got back from a weekend in London. I went with my 4 friends from California and it was so amazing!!! It's such a beautiful city with tons of cool things to see and do. We got really lucky with the weather- it was cold as balls, but clear skies and no rain! unfortunately, we didn't have much time, and we are all broke students, so it was kind of limited. But, nonetheless, we made it an excursion jam-packed with fun and craziness! Ok so first, we arrived on Friday at like 6pm. and i thought we were gonna die between the janky plane/bus ride. And then when the bus dropped us off, we asked how long it would take to walk to our hostel. we were told one hour, but since we are young wild and free, (and poor) we said why not!!! and walked, and walked and walked..... and then finally arrived. Throughout the weekend, we walked an insane amount. We actually didn't take public transportation or a cab once. My butt and legs are well-toned.<br />
So first thing we did: stop for a little break and eat some fish and chips! They were definitely not top-of-the-line, but I still got the experience. After we refueled, we settled in to our hostel. Our <i>auberge de jeunesse</i> was really cool! and in a super-posh neighborhood. Ferraris, Bentleys and Rolls Royces rolled by us on the regular. I mean, obviously very fitting for us. That's a joke, because if you saw us 5 trudging down the street with our stuffed back packs, hunched over with exhausted facial expressions, you might think we were homeless. Once we arrived, we chilled and got ready to go out. We planned to go to the club G-A-Y, which if you couldn't gather, is a famous gay club in London. So not long after claiming our bunk beds in our hostel, we set out again on a 2+ mile walk (I told you we walked freakin everywhere!) Eventually we got there (after taking a few breaks) and it was definitely worth the hike. It lived it up to its crazy, flamboyant reputation! We danced up a storm and saw some interesting sights/people. Since the next day, Saturday, was our only full day to see the city, we headed home fairly early...well, early on our terms. We got home around 3 AM after walking the marathon back. Needless to say, I passed out and was semi-well rested for our adventure the next day!<br />
Saturday morning, the absolute MOST important thing on our list was to eat a traditional English breakfast (something that we sorely miss in France). We stumbled upon a charming restaurant called Henry's that boasted literally 'a traditional English breakfast', complete with toast, ham, beans and hash browns. We were sold. It turned out to be the most delicious thing EVER! And for broke college students who don't get to eat out much, it was worth the splurge. Here is a picture to prove how delicious our breakfast was :<br />
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Yumm!!! Call us pathetic, but we considered that one of the top highlights of our trip. ok i'll move on. So for the rest of the day, we decided the best way to use our time was to take a tour bus that stopped at all the famous sights and locations in London. It was definitely a good idea, because otherwise there was no way we could have gotten everything in. We took a traditional double-decker bus and had a great view of all the beautiful monuments- even if my face was almost torn off by the bitter cold and wind. Our tour guide was a gregarious, interesting man who knew a lot about the city. He also used to work on cruise ships going down the Californian coast, so he was glad to have some natives on his tour! We saw everything from Big Ben to Buckingham Palace to the Tower Bridge to Westminister Abbey. Here are some highlights of the tour:<br />
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Westminster Abbey</div>
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Big Ben</div>
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Houses of Parliament</div>
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The River Thames</div>
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Buckingham Palace (the queen wasn't home)</div>
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By the afternoon, we were all pretty cold and tired. But we had to stop by a traditional English pub and have a pint. So we found a famous pub called the Albert, which had a charming and cozy feel inside. I tried mulled wine, which is like warm red wine cider. So yummy!!!!! after a few drinks, we braced the cold and started our walk back to the hostel. On the way home though, we HAD to visit the world-famous Harrods. Since we couldn't afford to even look at anything, we grabbed some dinner at the food court there. It was surprisingly cheap! So I still felt classy that I could at least eat at this amazingly beautiful mecca of shopping. Look how beautiful it is at night:</div>
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Amazing, right? Oh oh, and after we ate we went to STARBUCKS!!!!!!!! which i have been desperately missing. I got my usual mocha and it was the best one I've ever had. That expression 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' really applied to this situation. Is it sad that the best parts of our trip involved the food we ate? Well whatever, it was really really good. We were all pretty wiped out after all these adventures, so we made it back pretty early since we had to get up at the ass crack of dawn Sunday morning to walk to the bus, take the bus to the airport and head back to Bordeaux.</div>
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Though it was a very quick trip, I really had a great time. Traveling (even on a tight budget) is so much fun and such an interesting experience. I wish I could do it all the time! But I'd definitely like to go back to London and see more things. It was great company and an awesome weekend : )</div>
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Alright, so besides this weekend, the French life has been chuggin along. I have almost hit the half way mark of my time here!! it is insane how quickly the time has passed. I'll be spending Christmas here, and hopefully my mommy will be able to visit me and have christmas in Bordeaux! I'm in the process of looking for an apartment for the second semester. it's not as easy as one may think. School is getting a little easier too. I feel like I'm getting the hang of France's crazy university system, slowly but surely. And I really think my French has improved- French people have confirmed that, but who knows, they may just be being polite. It was a trip being in England where everyone was speaking English! I could actually understand conversations! It made me a little homesick- i guess the reminder of my native language got me thinkin about everyone I miss at home. But before I left for the weekend, I received a HUGEEEE care package from my darling and sweet mother! it was filled with layer upon layer of necessities like warm clothes and candy. I was so grateful to have a treasure box of things from home! Oh, and last week, my two friends from high school came to visit Bordeaux. They are actually currently both living in Europe- Anthony's in Ireland and Elliot's in Lyon, France. I got to play tour guide and it was really fun! they were impressed with Bordeaux, and I felt proud to call this my home. So I got my fill of California! Hmm quoi d'autre... oh it was Sara's birthday right before we left so we properly celebrated that of course :) It's so crazy that my friends here who are only staying 1 semester are leaving in 1 month. I cannot imagine going back home at this point! I'm really gonna miss them : ( but never forget them! </div>
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Okay I know this post is a doozy so I'll call it quits. I really do miss and love everyone and anyone who might be reading this. and thanks for being interested in <i>ma vie francaise</i> :) now it's time to do what I actually came here to do- study!!!! à bientôt mes amis!</div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16602023221069312820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283039690187203152.post-66163700522028142282011-10-28T05:34:00.000-07:002012-04-26T11:17:17.841-07:00c'est booonnn çabonjour tous. we are nearing the end of our vacation : ( it went by too quickly. i slept and ate and drank a lot....oh wait that's every day. but it was really relaxing and nice to have nothing to do.<br />
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first of all, things i really really miss: (not in any order)<br />
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hash browns<br />
grilled cheese<br />
real chinese food<br />
cereal and milk (even though it's available here i just dont eat it..)<br />
in n out<br />
big sizes of coffee<br />
buddy<br />
my bed<br />
Davis <br />
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Todd, Ed, Max and I went to see Modeselektor last weekend! they're an techno group from Berlin.(is it nerdy to say techno? i dunno what to call them..) it was a lot of fun. The venue was cool, not too crowded- we got right up front with no problem! that would never happen back home. There were several funny occurrences that I can't really post on the blog. but we had a great time : ) and didn't get home til 5 30 AM, wooo party animaux! ; )<br />
During the week, i was une fille parreseuse (like I said).the weather has been rainy so I didn't have much motivation to go out. Oh one productive thing: I opened a French bank account! it was quite the process. we ended up making friends with the banker who helped us (or I should say he made friends with us...) and he even invited us to see his band play at a bar! So last night we went to see him. we were only there for about 15 minutes cause it was kind of lame. and i don't know if it's an idée genial to be partying with your banker. But afterwards, we went to a house party full of french people! I haven't been to a house party in a while. but it was lots of fun. there were actually a lot of British people there so it was kind of an anglo-francais fete. we learned a new drinking game that im totally bringing back home but it's too hard to explain right now.<br />
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Right now I'm the only one home- Deyuanne is in Italy and Laura has been in Spain. lucky filles! i miss them, it's lonely being the only colocatrice here. I pondered what noun to use for a while just now, because I dont really know what we are. renters? guests? californians? i guess a mix of all three, but 'colocatrice' en francais seems to sum it up.<br />
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I have to get my fesse in gear and start working on a paper for my French litterature class. i would really rather have hot needles poked in my eyeballs than do this but that's what Im here to do so lezzzdoooeeeet! this is my way of self-motivation. i dunno if its working.<br />
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Oh oh happy almost halloween!!! halloween doesn't really exist here, although supposedly it's becoming more popular. but we are going to try to make it happen in Bordeaux, costumes and all. my lovely mom sent me a little halloween care package, with socks and a pencil and eraser (she's a true teacher). and a cute card :) it made me so happy! merci mom if you're reading this!<br />
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Missing CA but loving France :) gros bisous mes amis!Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16602023221069312820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283039690187203152.post-14410188844324297442011-10-22T07:04:00.000-07:002011-10-22T07:04:12.562-07:00I just wanted to post these cute pictures.So cute!!!!!!<br />
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So, it is officially Les Vacances! we get a week off of school (i'm not really sure why but i'm not questioning it). Most of my friends are off traveling to exotic places, but yours truly is staying put in Bordeaux grâce à poor planning and financial woes. But i aint complaining! It's nice to have a break from school, sleep in and just do nothing. Plus, I am going to tear up the town with or without my comrades.<br />
This past week I had my first exams in French school. they were pretty terrifying. I am kind of expecting my professors to say, 'you might as well go back to California'. But I think (hope) they understand our lack of comprehension when it comes to their university system, and maybe they will cut us some slack. However, this past week did motivate me to start trying harder and get my butt back in <i>etudier</i> mode.<br />
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<b><u>Brrrrr!!!!!</u></b></div>
It's starting to get freezing cold!!!!! Bordeaux weather is a funny thing...when we first arrived, it switched between hot and muggy to random torrential rain storms. Now, it is just really really cold. I know I'm a spoiled California girl when it comes to weather, but my bones are chilled. I asked my mom to send some California sunshine along with my winter clothes she is preparing to send me. The worst thing is, my French friends say this is nothing. Just wait until January, they told us. I'm scared. i'm expecting to be waddling around like the kid from A Christmas Story, who is bundled up like a little marshmallow. Oh but of course the french pull off their winter style like fashion models, as per usual. Leave it to them to be able to battle 0 degree (ok,celsius) weather while looking like they stepped off a Vogue photo shoot. sigh.<br />
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Oh so last weekend, Erika took us on a lovely trip to her nephew's home in the countryside! He is a rich doctor who I want to marry. his house is amazing. it's on acres of grassy fields where cows graze and flowers grow (wow I am so poetic!) And the Dordogne river is just on the other side. it was one of the last days of warm, sunny weather, and we enjoyed a delicious lunch outside on his patio, listening to Elvis of course. it's my new goal to live there. see for yourself:<br />
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It was a great way to say good bye to the warm days of summer and welcome the chilly autumn and winter.</div>
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My friends and I also checked out la Fête Foraine the other night. It's the carnival in Bordeaux! it was pretty cheesy like most fairs, but worth the experience. It was interesting to see how Americanized everything was. all the rides, attractions and food were printed in English with American-type pictures all over the place. i think it's something Americans don't realize until they have traveled outside the states, how wide-spread our culture is. Not only at the fair, but my french friends know everything there is to know about our music, tv shows, movies...everything. it's quite surprising.... interesting fact. But anyway, the fair was over priced and fun. we rode the ferris wheel (la grande roue) </div>
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Oh my god, then I made a horrible mistake and went on a roller coaster that seemed harmless, but in reality was terrifying. THis thing spun around in circles for 10 minutes!!!!!!! super fast, with smoke blowing in your face, and the seat things spun wildly around. max and i almost died. there is a reason i don't do roller coasters....</div>
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Well, hot chocolate and movies in bed is calling. I am too scared to go outside and brace the cold so I'm spending the day safe inside my covers. Tonight, though, Todd and I are storming the city. watch out Bordeaux ; )</div>
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</div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16602023221069312820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283039690187203152.post-34503714272487258912011-10-07T06:41:00.000-07:002012-04-26T11:14:30.013-07:00Que sera, seraI think it's time for an update! i've been neglecting my blog. so bonjour! Lots has been happening here in bordeaux-land. I am slowly starting to feel like I really live here. Before, I felt like a tourist, thinking that this amazing vacation must end soon, and I'd have to go back to reality. it's a trip knowing I have many more months ahead of me :)<br />
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<b><u>The Opera</u></b><br />
So we went to see an opera! At the Grand Théâtre! It was awe-inspiring being at such a magnificent and historical opera house. We saw Madame Butterfly, which turned out to be a very depressing story. And, we had not-the-best seats (and that's putting it nicely). basically we were in nose bleed land. i actually couldn't really see anything. But, it was really fun getting dressed up and being classy at the opera :)<br />
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(merci Sara pour les photos :) )<br />
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<b><u>St. Emilion</u></b><br />
Erika took Laura and I on a little day-trip to a town just outside Bordeaux, called St. Emilion. it was so cute! it reminded me of Carmel back in California, very quaint and charming, expensive. It's best known for its wineries and wine. we walked around and went into the cute little shops and wished we could afford anything. however we did splurge on delicious macarons, which actually originated in St. Emilion! i tried Nutella and Laura tried caramel. both amazing. afterward, we déjeunéd at one of Erika's favorite restaurants. then we went on a surprise tour of a chateau/ winery! i wasn't expecting it but it was quite exquisite. we also got to have a degustation (wine tasting) of some very fine wines. it was funny because laura and I downed our glasses, while the rest of the group delicately tasted, smelled and enjoyed the flavors of each wine. but then they spit it out into an urn-type thing! hey, I can appreciate wine, but if I'm tasting it I'm gonna swallow that! anyway, it was quite a long but adventurous day.<br />
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Oh mon dieu. we do a lot of partying here. the french know how to do it well! Erasmus, which is study abroad in Europe, organizes a lot of parties for all the foreigners here to get together and mix all of our different languages together into one drunken slur. Just kidding, but not really. they are always shit shows. On tuesday (yes like the middle of the week), there was one that we attended. as my friend Sara said, NEVER AGAIN! wednesday was living hell, I'll let you imagine why. we learned a valuable lesson:keep the partying to JVS. On a better note, our French friends invited us to their apartments for a real frenchy party. it was so fun! all their friends are so nice and friendly. it reminds me of our little kickbacks at Davis...but...everyone is speaking French.<br />
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So we're in our third or fourth week of school now. I still feel a little lost. like this :<br />
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And, it doesnt help that i have a horrible sense of direction, and half the time don't know where I am going. it's definitely one of the hardest things I've had to adjust to. It's like when I felt overwhelmed in my French classes at Davis, except every class I'm taking is like that. but, it's coming along. it definitely expands my comprehension and vocabulary. and we made a friend in our classes who is also very sweet and clues us in on what is going on. This semester I'm only taking litterature courses, so it gets a little monotonous. Hopefully by next semester I'll be able to take psych. i miss it! One of our professors loves California and is really excited there are Californians in his class. he always makes references to us/CA/ the states, and I think the other french students are getting a little tired of it. but it's nice to get a little reminder of home :)<br />
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Speaking of home, I do miss it. I'm not homesick necessarily, but from time to time things pop in my head and I'm like, awwwww if only I were back in CA.<br />
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Like Buddy:<br />
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And my bed...and my friends...and other things. But, i am living in France so I really can't complain!<br />
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Well mes amis, i think that just about summarizes my last few weeks in francey france. i can't describe how much i love it. but i dont want to bore you :) so there you go! love to all.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16602023221069312820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283039690187203152.post-82607833774965860682011-09-22T10:34:00.000-07:002012-04-26T11:12:39.993-07:00Fairing les vendanges, l'université et autres choses!Bonjour yall, wowowow I have beaucoup to say! Where to begin... I am still falling more in love with Bordeaux chaque jour. I'm currently sitting in my host house's lovely jardin, watching the chickens scurry around and soaking up the sunshine, before the cold weather begins. I've had some pretty crazy adventures lately, so I'll start from last weekend.<br />
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<b><u>Vendanges</u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">!</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">So i had the amazing opportunity to "faire les vendanges", which means harvesting and cutting the grapes in a vineyard, to make wine. Erika, my french mom, has friends who own a chateau and winery... and every year, when the time comes to cut the grapes, she takes her foreigners to help out. There were about 40 people total, out in the fields cutting the grapes! it was an all day ordeal, and very tiring physical labor, but totally worth it. And they fed us a fabulous home cooked French meal at lunch time. im drooling just thinking about it! It lasted about 2 hours, and we ate and drank a ridiculous amount of delicious food and wine. Some of the bottles were over 20 years old, and cost 200 Euro! i didn't feel worthy of dining in this amazing chateau, but im so thankful i got to experience it. Here are some photos:</span></b><br />
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The wine cellar!</div>
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Amazing chateau</div>
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So basically it was the best thing ever. Afterwards, I was so tired after but we still went out of course :)</div>
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Classes have officially started at Bordeaux 3. Im taking freshman level courses because that's the level I can handle,and I'm still kind of struggling haha. but they're pretty interesting and it's cool being among all French students! I'm taking a french literature class, phonetics, something called langue&stylistique and a Middle Ages history class. they're pretty interesting. </div>
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<b><u>La Fac</u></b><br />
So university is called 'la fac' here, which sounds dangerously close to what you're thinking. It is completely fou (crazy). As i mentioned before, nothing is organized in the least... but they keep telling us we'll figure our classes out one day, so I'm counting on that. My friend and I tried going to a psych class, and after encountering many problems such as finding the building and maneuvering through thousands of frenchies, there was a man there who announced there was no class. Like it was an obvious thing. So that went out the window... I think i will stick to French classes. I am also considering just dropping the whole taking-classes idea and becoming a free traveling gypsy woman. That's a joke...sort of. But, I have to say, the campus of the psych department is GORGEOUS. see for yourself:<br />
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It seriously looks like a museum, right?? Ahhh i love it. Anyway, French classes are supposed to start next week, so we'll see how that goes. For now I'm enjoying my free time this week and doing various activities during the day/night. Such as:<br />
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<b><u>Recent Adventures</u></b><br />
Last saturday, my friends and I experienced the boites, which are the night clubs that open at midnight and close at 7 am. It was absolute craziness. i redefined the meaning of 'dance the night away'... So much fun! they blasted house all night and everyone was feeding off each other's energy. However, people get crazy at those hours of the early morning. we saw some scary sights... I think i'll keep my boite-nights to a minimum. still worth it though :D<br />
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Monday was the beginning of classes, for both the foreign student program and some of the real French courses. as i explained, registration is a nightmare. i'll save a very long story by saying I spent 2 hours signing up for 1 class. After all these trials and tribulations, I've rewarded myself with retail therapy... too often perhaps. But i've familiarized myself very well with French fashion. my friend Sara and I know the stores too well now... but i must say, i'm looking more and more French every day! However, I still feel like i look like a dog compared to these gorgeous French people. seriously, it is hard to find one less-than-stunning frenchy here. my standard for attractiveness has infinitely increased. it's a good thing<br />
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That photo doesnt even do it justice. And tonight, Erika made ratatouille! And i mentioned the movie (one of my faves), not expecting her to know it, and she runs and gets the DVD from her living room IN FRENCH!!!!! i died. i am so happy here i cant even explain! oooo lala.<br />
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I have to mention my 2 favorite places that i've discovered so far: le Quai, and le Jardin Public. First of all, the quai is the area that runs along the river in downtown Bordeaux. it's one of my favorites because it encompasses so many different things. During the day, its a lovely, tranquil place to stroll, drink a cafe (or wine), read a book or just people watch. And at night, it turns into the center of night life. there are lots of bars around and its great to meet friends , and acquaint yourself with real frenchies! This morning i relaxed there just reading my book- Erika's daughter lent me 'Into the Wild' in French. Ive never read it in any language, and im doing my best to understand it. it takes me about 1 day per page, but thats ok!<br />
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Anyway, onto the Jardin Public- the public gardens. This place is absolutely marvelous. it's a giant park with a pond (river?) and tons of grassy areas, where you can eat, drink, hang out with friends, watch cute french guys play rugby, and do whatever. We have pic-niced there several times. its so awesome! today we took a nap there in the beautiful sunshine after a long day of museum-going.<br />
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Oh ya, so today's other activity was going to the Musee des Beaux-Arts. it was really cool and interesting! First, we were french noobs and went to the wrong museum. but we still saw a cool exhibit on the paintings of Moses, from the bible. Once we realized that wasnt the real museum, we found the right one and saw classic paintings from 17 and 18th century artists. They also featured Monet and Renoir. very cool! but very tiring too. french culture is pretty exhausting to take in.<br />
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well this is a very long bloggy post, so i'll wrap it up by saying that every day that I spend here, I love this city and country more and more. i am so content here, living with lovely Erika in her amazing home, going through the struggles of adjusting to another country and just living life. i cant wait to see what more adventures life holds. Oh one last thing- today's 1 year since grandpa passed away. so this post is really dedicated to him. love u gramps !!!!! <3 <3 <3 and love to all my homies in the BEST state,ca <3<br />
Til next time- a bientot! :)<br />
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<br /></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16602023221069312820noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283039690187203152.post-54622911209949824892011-09-10T02:12:00.000-07:002012-04-26T11:09:14.960-07:00JVS baby!So, it's the weekend again! Les jeunes ici say "jvs", which stands for Jeudi, Vendredi, Samedi- the weekend! Yay for jvs. I went out J and V, and it was pretty crazy. And today is S! The last few days have actually been awesome. We finally finished our "intense" language courses, which was such a lie. They were like the easiest thing of my life! I passed the test, so I can take real frenchy classes at Universite de Bordeaux. I would have felt really really stupide if I hadn't passed... but heureusement, J'ai reussi!<br />
So thursday, all the californians went out to a big group dinner at a nice restaurant called Les Provinces. Here is une photo:<br />
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It was quite an experience. I tried duck! Not my favorite, but definitely worth the try. Afterward, some of us went back to my friend Laura's apartment to celebrate the end of our classes, and the beginning of the weekend. She lives in an adorable apartment with 2 frenchies, one of whom is actually my host mom's daughter! They have a rooftop terrace that looks over Bordeaux. it took my breath away! They invited over some friends of theirs, and it turned into an American/ Francais soiree. I met lots of interesting people, and could actually hold a conversation that wasn't just about where I was from! I feel like in just a few weeks, my french has vastly improved. it's a really cool feeling. And last night, a few of us went out on the Quai, which is the area that runs along the river. Lots of people hang out there, often with bottles of vin, and just chill and enjoy the beautiful view. i met lots of cool people !!! The only problem is the tram that I take to get home stops at 1, and once again I missed it, so i crashed at Laura's apartment. I have done the walk of shame more times than i'd like to admit here, wearing the same going-out outfit as the night before. Oh lala, c'est la vie!<br />
Today, I think i'm going to relax in Erica's beautiful backyard and maybe read some livres francais. Tonight we might go check out the discos, which are crazy clubs that open at midnight and close at 5 or 6 am. The french love to faire la fete! Then, some of our classes begin Monday. I'm excited to get into a school routine again... I still feel like I'm on vacation.<br />
A couple funny things I learned:<br />
- 'Un oiseau rare' is an expression to mean a unique and cool person, but it literally means 'a rare bird'. I like that a lot.<br />
- Meetings (especially concerning school) are conducted is a very different and often annoying way here. They put you in a hot stuffy room, talk about nothing really of importance and keep you for much longer than necessary. And in the end you come out with a piece of paper with info you could have read yourself. Sorry this sounds very complain-y. but it is a recurring theme here.<br />
-Similarly, the registration system for classes is kind of an up-in-the-air ordeal. You basically show up the first day, see if the class interests you and if it is to your liking, you go ahead and sign up. Much different than our months of planning ahead in the states.<br />
- My favorite french words so far are : pamplemousse (grapefruit), ronronnement (a cat's purr) (it's really fun to say) and shampooing, which is pronounced sham- pwan.<br />
Anyyywayyyys, every day is an adventure but this is just a summary of my recent ones. I miss everyone and my home so much but every day I feel more at home here. Peace and love!!!!!Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16602023221069312820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283039690187203152.post-6444423337825203502011-09-06T11:20:00.000-07:002012-04-26T11:08:33.057-07:00Quickie updateBonjour bonjour! ahhh i am loving this beautiful place plus en plus every day :) we're all settling in finally, and things are a bit more calm. Erica's home (my french mama) is beyond amazing. i feel so at home here! i moved into my room and every morning i wake up to the chickens outside my window, and warm croissants and hot chocolate. j'adore la vie francaise! And, she makes hella good dinners too. Oh, and her 22 year old daughter just moved back home, and she is so so cool! so i have a friend! yayyy.<br />
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Hmm quoi d'autre... mes amis et moi have had several adventures exploring the town. it's a trip walking around, because here you have all these old, gorgeous buildings and streets, and then there's a mcdonald's just chillin right next to a thousand year old cathedral. such a dichotomy! but im obsessed with this european style. it makes me so critical of the states! there are a few amenities that i miss of course, like a stand-up shower. it is a hurdle i have to overcome every day to not flood the bathroom floor while i try to bathe. i'm starting to get the trick though! it's all about adjustment right?<br />
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It's dinner time so i have to cut it short! i keep thinking of things during the day that i want to post, but of course I can't remember anything. i need to jot them down.... Alors, a tout a l'heure mes amis :) bisous!Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16602023221069312820noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283039690187203152.post-86702160799079955022011-09-01T15:49:00.000-07:002012-04-26T11:07:55.271-07:00Moving day!Bonjour mes amis!!!! i am happy to say that I'm currently out of the less-than-desirable dorms and into my amazingly wonderful french homestay house! There were some pretty serious problems with the area we were originally living in, so they moved everyone out into their respective homes. I'm living with a hilarious, kind, magnifique woman, who has welcomed me into her gorgeous home. I couldn't be happier! Right now, there's 9!!!!!! of us girls living here, but soon there will just be 2 (myself and my room mate). It's a lovely, quaint house, near the campus and not far from downtown. There are 3 resident chickens and a kitty named Tiger!!! It's so much fun having dinner each night, talking about our different experiences (en francais of course!) My host mother is the most kind, caring woman. She has hosted 11 other exchange students before, but she said she can already tell that we are her favorite! it's really more than i could ask for. every meal she prepares is fresh, delicious and very french. Tonight I tried rabbit! it was delicious, but I couldn't help but think of the poor little rabbit who i was scarfing down : / Ive been mostly vegetarian here, and the food is formidable :))) Also, today was the first day I took the tram by myself, and it really hit me that I'm actually living here. C'est fou!!! (It's crazy!) As the year progresses, I know it will become second nature...but all I can think about now is that I've waited so long to live in this amazing country, and I am finally living out my dream.<br />
Our real classes start in a couple weeks, but for now us Californians are taking intense language courses to help us prepare. apparently the registration system is very disorganized, but we'll deal with it when the time comes. for now, we have to wake up très tot, donc je vais dormir! I miss everyone so much at home, but my life is already changing for the better here. Je suis tres heureuse, tous les temps :)<br />
A bientot!<br />
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<br />Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16602023221069312820noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283039690187203152.post-3279353281695979912011-08-29T11:48:00.000-07:002011-08-29T11:48:58.983-07:00Mon premier "post" !<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Bonjour y'alll!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">My friend inspired me to create a blog in order to document all of my Frenchy adventures, which are becoming increasingly crazy and fun. I don't even know where to begin! Bordeaux is a gorgeous place, and I'm really enjoying myself so far. Even though it's only been about a week, I already feel at home in this country. I love the lifestyle here- eating, drinking, and just enjoying the present. The always-rushing feeling of America is just not found here. Of course I do miss everything and everyone back home, but these last few days have been so busy, I haven't had much time to be homesick!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Here are some highlights of my time here so far:<o:p></o:p></span></div><ul type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Visiting la musee des huitres- the oyster museum- in a nearby region, and trying oysters for the first time! (They are definitely an acquired taste)<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Climbing the largest sand dune in Europe, and probably the world- this thing was freakin HUGE!!! And getting to take in the gorgeous view at the top<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Relaxing on the beach in Arcachon, the beachy town on the coast. And swimming in the Atlantic ocean!<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Going out Saturday night and meeting some hilarious locals who were incredibly welcoming and generous- they took us out for tapas and paid for our food and drinks! And then bar-hopping after of course : )<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Trying out the local farmer's market on Sunday morning, and getting to enjoy the delicious fresh fruits, vegetables, bread and other treats from all the local vendors <o:p></o:p></span></li>
</ul><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It's definitely been a jam-packed week! This coming week, we have intense language classes to help us prepare for the school year. It's crazy to think I'll actually be going to school here in France! My dream is coming true : ) Our dorms are pretty dilapidated and outdated, to put it nicely, so we don't get internet here. But I'll try to update as much as possible. And I'll be moving out of here, into my homestay family's home soon. So exciting!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Vraiment, j'adore la vie francaise <3 but of course I'm proudly repping California here! more soon! muah!<o:p></o:p></span></div><!--EndFragment--> Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16602023221069312820noreply@blogger.com0