Vitalis

I have now seen thunder storms from 35,000 feet and while in France. I had the opportunity to sit out on my two foot wide window sill and watch the storm. Magnificent. Then the rain came, and you could hear distinctly how far away it was as it traveled.

The one evening I decided to have dinner with my family in my PJ's, the attractive cousin stops by for a visit. The story of my life.

Yesterday, while skype video chatting with my boyfriend, a worker at the university was constantly flirting with me and eventually asked me out for drinks at the Tomate Blanche. I tried to be polite and say I was tired, but he then started suggesting other days we could go. I finally gave him a "maybe". He commented that he'd see me tomorrow..... oh boy.

In other news, I got paid 10 euros to talk English to French high school kids for an hour during lunch. In France, an hour and a half is a typical lunch. My high school had exactly 32 minutes. It was surprising how long that had been speaking French, yet their level was less than I expected. At certain points I started rambling in French, trying to get my point across. As my boyfriend would say, "whoops a doodle".

I have been introduced to a strange creature called ALF - I can't say much more than that but I am sure I will be forced to learn more in the future. I can't wait. My excitement is overflowing. There really needs to be a sarcasm font, I am convinced.

Oh my... we are pulling out cigarettes in class at the moment in order to prove a point (what point, I don't know). This whole week has been tiring and somewhat bizarre. My French is getting better and I am understanding more, which I am ecstatic about. France is known for their accurate and reliable transportation. Apparently yesterday was their day off. My bus (the system is called "Vitalis") was 20 minutes late and I also had to deal with a bunch of lost women making the driver stop the bus in order to figure out where they were headed. I was a bit late for dinner, which is at 8pm, but when I got home I found the house empty. I had been left a note saying they were at grandma's and that I should help myself to dinner. Well, because of the fact that the only thing my family has is raw ingredients and I didn't want to waste pots and pans for cooking, I had a banana.


I am currently jonesing for a ham sandwich on a baguette with mayo, butter, and cheese. Very French. Very delicious. I think I am going to find one of those (along with a stop at the crèpe shop) when I go downtown during lunch. This afternoon is going to consist of a French educational version of a scavenger hunt around the Centre Ville. From what I understand, we have to stop random people on the street. Because that isn't out of normal French culture at all. Again, sarcasm font.