The weather here has really improved! It has been mostly sunny for the last four days! Every morning I open my window and am greated by a light breeze of cool fall air. It's been nice. The more I discover this town the more it reminds me of Kirkland (where my grandparents used to live). It smells the same. Also, there is a small forest/park right next to my apartment that is very much the same as the parks I used to play in when I was little. So, I've been very content the last few days.
With that being said, there are a few things I would like to comment on... there always are, I know.
Planning the trip to Poland:
So, I thought, Hey! let's use our French and buy our tickets from a French travel site! Great idea! NOT. It turns out that you can't use a debit card to purchase flights from the French site. They wanted us to send all of this official bank paperwork to them within 24 hours (on a Sunday). Psych. Not happening. So, we just let our ticket offers lapse and then I continued to buy the exact flight from Travelocity. Thanks for making it easy!
The bus:
In this little town, there is only one mode of transportion that links you to the outside world... bus 270. Through out the week it leaves Les Herbiers at 5:55, 6:50, 12:05 and 17:40. But, on the weekend, the last bus out is at 12:05 on saturday and does not return until 14:10 on Monday afternoon. Not very practicle for us workin' folk now is it?
Writing lessons:
I'm finding it difficult to write amazing first lessons because I have no idea what level these students are at. I mean, at the high school I only have students in either 1ere or terminale (juniors and seniors) who have been taking english for six or seven years. That being said, in class they are horrible shy. I guess, I will just have to wait it out and see how it goes!
Meals (lunch or dinner parties):
My French is improving everyday...but, I am so lost when it comes to multiple people speaking at the same time about a subject I don't know any vocabulary about. Yesterday, Emma (one of the French girls I live with) made a delicious lunch for the flatmates and some of their friends. There were ten of us sitting around the tables hanging out and talking. Then, everyone would get excited about a subject that I didn't understand and I couldn't contribute at all. Lame. Also, my brain was freaking out because I was trying desperately to concentrate in French and finding it rather difficult because there was loud American music playing in the background. It was hopeless.
My future as a Sitcom writer:
My life here is very amusing when I look at it from an outside perspective. I am going to start writing down more and more details of the silly things that happen. I mean, in our apartement there are three french post BAC students, me (the American) and Melissa from Costa Rica. Then across the hall is an Italian man named Mattia. We live in the country in France in a posh little town where everyone who lives here is loaded. Watch out "How I Met Your Mother", I may have stuck gold!
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