Yesterday was interesting…
I had class from 9-1 and then 2-4. And then bought food and cooked dinner with my roommate, a German student who’s interning here, my other roommate and one of our friends from the program. It was actually a really nice dinner. I ate chicken! It’s been a while since I’ve had a pure meat dish. Wait. No. I ate lamb curry at a Saigon restaurant. That was really good. There’s actually a pretty good amount of lamb to buy here. Might have to make some Irish stew sometime…
MORE IMPORTANTLY, we had another class about French culture. It was awesome. I didn’t realize just how much I missed learning facts and things until we started doing a really brief sketch of French history. I ate it up like crazy. I’ve actually never learned French history as such, just like the really important stuff here and there in relation to the rest of the world, but to learn about what was important for France…that was something really different and awesome.
I suppose I should also mention that we went back to the “Wohoo” because they had a foreign student night there. I finally got to meet and talk at length with some of the Californian students who are also studying abroad here. That was really nice actually. Oh. And I met a dude from Michigan who’s studying theology somewhere around here. He was a nice dude. I also met a British guy from London. That was an interesting conversation. He had a really thick accent and the music was loud, so I had to ask him to repeat several things. Apparently his parents live in France, but he and his sister didn’t really like it, so they went and go to school in Britain. Very interesting character. I’ll really have to put Britain on my list of places to go.
I’ve got a lot more, but not much time. Still no internet “chez moi,” so I only have an hour or two of it at a time. But, hopefully soon I’ll be able to speak with my friends and family in real time. Fingers and heart crossed. I miss them.
Today, or I guess it will be yesterday by the time I post this (yes still no internet chez moi), I had my first class of “le cours intensif.” It pretty much sounds like what it is. A crash course in French to the extent that we will be able to survive French university.
Yeah. Welcome to reality.
I feel so not ready for University. I never realized. I mean, I can speak almost fluent French (and after seven years of taking it, I definitely should), but this takes it a step farther. This class is not about understanding or speaking, it’s about being exact and accurate. I don’t think Americans really think about what that means exactly. It’s nothing for me to say, “In Washington D.C. the lobbyists call on the Senators to attempt to get friendly legislation passed.” But imagine trying to say that in a different language. I mean, just to be able to say it, you would have to know that vocabulary and then all the grammatical bits that go into it as well. It’s just crazy. I’m just shuddering ‘cause I want to take psych courses here. Ha. We’ll see how that goes!
In other news, an American girl from somewhere was walking to the University and asked me for directions to it…except that she thought I was French. Haha. She even asked me if I spoke English, to which I responded “oui, oui” ‘cause my mind is like literally split between French and English 24/24 (yeah, no 24/7s here in France apparently). And then she proceeded to try and explain what she wanted in France. I was really confused by that actually…cause I just said “yes” when asked if I could speak English. Haha. Oh dear. People. I love ‘em.
1) I like wandering around and exploring by myself.
2) I’m much better at doing everything but speaking French and much worse at speaking it than I thought.
3) I miss having the ability to chat with people on my own time. To sit and take an hour or two to just sit and Facebook chat or something.
4) I am going to have to learn how to buy food for myself.
5) Honey bees are like the flies back home. Don’t know why, but they’re freaking everywhere…and I kinda love that.
Je suis sans internet pour le moment.
There is no wi-fi, or really internet at all, in my apartment. Which wouldn’t be a big deal if the only way I could contact my friends or family was NOT the internet. However. Nothing I can do about that so…cyber café it is!
So. My adventures of the past day. We went to “Les Gorges du Verdon.” It was absolutely beautiful. Regardez!
Really though, it was awesome. I even went on a little adventure by myself to the bridge to see the gorge. That was cool. It went way back into the mountains. The water was a green-blue (you can see that, obviously) and apparently this is mostly because of the clay found in the region. The lake itself is actually man-made so that they could build power-plants along the way. Apparently the Verdon river is really, really strong and fast. Normally I might complain about damaging the landscape and such, but a) the French seem to be generally much more environmentally aware than we are in the states and b) that lake is frickin’ beautiful. Sorry. Just is.
And the clay is good for your skin.
The clay is also good for pottery. We went to a town called Sainte Marie that is well-known in the area for its pottery production. And ALSO, for a chapel near the summit of one of the mountains that back the town. Now there are a few interesting stories about this chapel. HOWEVER, to be honest I’m really unclear on exactly what’s cool about it. Because the lady guiding the tour was speaking in somewhat accented French and using a bunch of fairly obscure words. And I was tired. Might have a lot to do with that last one.
ANYWAY, apparently it’s a place for miracles and a bunch of really cool things. Barren women have been known to conceive after praying there (or at least one woman who went on the tours ha). Anyway, it was awesome. In all seriousness. I feel like I’ve gotten much less religious in a traditional sense over the years, but there was definitely something powerful about this place. First of all, it was quite a hike.
Second, it sits almost at the top of some of the most beautiful mountains I have ever seen. They’re really incredible.
Third, it’s designed like a cathedral, as in the same style. But it’s a lot simpler. Like, it’s not built to awe in the way a cathedral is. I don’t see someone pointing to the awesome power of God who made this gigantic, towering building. No, it was something so much purer than that. It was a quiet space. It embodied what a place of worship should be: something quite, beautiful and thought-provoking. I’m not catholic, but I did buy a candle and say a prayer. And that’s a lot for me. I feel like it’s something I’m not supposed to do or shouldn’t because I’m just a tourist, but the sheer beauty of that place stripped me of all that. And I took one moment to calm myself.
After that we went to where the great Provencal lavender fields are. It’s all been harvested already (thank you abnormally hot summer), but we learned about how lavender is grown and processed. I bought a bar of honey soap and a honey sucker. Yeah, not very lavendery I know. However, the lavender stuff was fairly expensive. I spent a little over 2 euro for my delicious sucker and absolutely fantastic soap.
Oh. And some other mini-adventures for the day. I bought ½ kilo of candied ginger. For any of you who don’t know how much a half kilo is. IT’S WAY TOO MUCH GINGER. I’ll be eating that stuff for a year. Oh well.
And finally, on our way to the gorges, we passed an experimental thermonuclear reactor.
Really though, it’s fine. It’s supposed to be just like all-around better. So I guess that’s good. But still. THERMONUCLEAR.
August 25, 2012
The streets of this city are strange to me. Not simply because I have never seen them before, but because they are nothing like what I have seen before. This city has been lived in for 2000 years and you can feel it. Even the relatively new façade of the stone houses speaks with the voice of the aged.
It is strange to walk in such a place. People the same, but different. Places the same, but different, food even. The same, but different. It is the way I find myself feeling. The same, but different. There is something strange. Something strange within myself that I cannot seem to put down as fatigue or wonder or fresh experience. No. I suspect there is a touch of homesickness. But not for a place. For Professor Garrel, my family, Ellen even.
Still, such things do not come in the way of adventure, and this I must tell. I was exploring the town with my fellow adventurers (looking for food actually) when we came to a beautifully decorated building. It was made of old stone, the statues of a style not seen in prevalence for two hundred years at least. It was a thing of beauty. We asked some of the locals about it. Apparently this is the home of Lord LeNoir. From the tone and looks of the people we spoke with, he is not a man to be trifled with. And neither a man that they much like. Of course, we asked them about the man. Apparently he is a tyrant.
For now, I do not believe there is anything for us to do. However, there is a feeling within me that says he will have much more to do with our experiences here.
I’m tired. Haha. It is a strange feeling. I mean, my body isn’t that tired, but we’ve just been doing so much. Overcoming jetlag, getting a French phone, bank account, apartment searching and lease signing, cleaning the apartment and the hotel room, and last night we all went out to the French bars. And that whole list only includes the events themselves. I must walk dozens of miles every day just to get from the place I am to the place I need to be and then back and then back again and then somewhere else.
So now I’m sitting with a glass of wine and a bit of chocolate. That is one nice thing. I can go out and just buy wine. Relax. Be classy. That’s pretty cool. And the wine’s cheap too. Being from the place it’s produced and having a LOT less taxes on it than in the US.
Anyway, update. Today we cleaned the apartment. Man was that an experience. There’s no way this thing has been cleaned since the last students moved out several months ago.
And some of it longer. Like the fan above the “stove.” Nightmares. Night. Mares.
Other than that, I had to buy food to last me until Monday because pretty much everything closes on Sunday here in France. Which, thinking about it, is kindof nice. Just a good time to sit and take a deep breath. Do a few things slowly that maybe we don’t think about. Like make dinner. Or read. Or find somewhere nice to sit. It would be nice with friends or family.
On a less calm note, we went to a bar called “the wohoo.” Yeah. That’s what it’s called. It’s very geared towards foreigners (especially americans right now). There’s even a flag from my home school there! It’s pretty awesome. Anyway, it was fun. The party thing isn’t my scene really, so it took some time to get into it, but it was fun certainly.
Who knows what tomorrow will hold. I’m going to “les gorge de Verdun.” Apparently there is swimming there. We’ll just have to see.
I can’t even start to explain my adventures to all of you, but I’ll try. It’s harder for the remnants of my jet-lag and walking around litteraly all day. I will happily note that this will conclude my complaining for the remainder of the post.
Went well. Not really much crazy. Bags checked all the way through and all that. Not really any problems, actually (“en faite” in french. if you said “actuellement” you would have said “currently.” fun fact.). Most major hurdle: I left a rock in my pocket when I went through security and got rayed, so they knew. The guy said in this really bored, kind-of annoyed voice, “what do you have in your right pocket?” I responded, logically, “a rock.” and I pulled it out and showed him. He then gave me this look like “really? you really just have a rock in your pocket and you didn’t take it out?” I was just thinking “dude, I’m sorry. I was born in the 90’s…I though you just had to take the metal stuff out.” So he had to pat me down and be suspicious of the bunched fabric of my freshly-empty right pocket before I could go get my shoes. Haha. that poor guy.
Aside from all that, the flights were good. DID YOU KNOW, they wake you up an hour early for overseas flights so you can eat breakfast and hear for the next hour that you’re getting close? I just re-learned. And I think it’s hilarious. OH! Dinner was awesome. I flew on some kind of India-affiliated airline and so we had curry for dinner. CURRY! It was perfect. You can’t taste food as well on airplanes (scientific fact), so the hotter food was absolutely a perfect solution to combat.
One note on the travel to the hotel: we walked from the bus-stop to the hotel. It was about a half-mile. The only half-mile that ever felt as long as that one, is the lake trail at the camp I worked at (camp still wins). But, we made it. Into an “aparthotel” which is a combo between an apartement and a hotel. I am sharing a REALLY nice room with three other guys, which I must say brings down the awesomeness of the room (but only an intsy bit. especially cause I got there first so I got one of the two beds! the other guys are sleeping on the couch bed and the pull-out section from the couch, which is actually really cool).
Okay. That’s not even close to everything, but I’m tired. And hungry. And it’s time to do other things. More tomorrow! 🙂
August 22, 2012
The day has come. The day when the adventure truly begins. When the travel is over and I am where I have never been before.
The goblins were defeated and the town mostly rebuilt. I have been working very hard with both the refugees and with my studies. I have been working hard to try and prepare for whatever may await me here. Especially the language. I can speak it very well, but there is always a question. It is not, and never will be, my maternal language. Still, it is beautiful.
The children left weeks ago now and it seems like a distant dream. However, it is good that they are home once more. It took a fierce battle to give them back what they needed and hard-won. I was tired for weeks after they were gone it seems.
I can hardly think. My mind seems to skip across dates and places. I am distracted, perhaps even more so because I have arrived. The journey by winged horse went well. The Pegasuses were beautiful creatures, though a mite uncomfortable to ride upon for so long. Still, all in the name of adventure. I only wish not to sit down for a while…
I said goodbye to Ellen and Professor Garrel. I will miss them profusely. Especially Ellen, however I think she will be nearer rather than farther. She has been sent elsewhere to adventure. I only hope she does not encounter any more giant spiders, for I will not be there to help!
And my family. I already miss them. But I am here. And I am ready. Who knows what adventures or creatures I will come across in my days here. But come what may, I am ready. Yes. I. Am. Ready.