tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86465444493085261652024-02-02T15:18:44.988-08:00adventures in the land of cheese and wineThis blog is a means to keep my family and friends close to me and informed about my travels and daily European life as I study in France for this 2009-2010 school year. But it isn't a one-way street. Comment on my posts, facebook message me, email me--> let me know what YOU are up to, what you think of my experiences, and whatever else is on your mind. Just because I'm halfway across the globe doesn't mean I'm any less interested. Bisous.Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-35535379601983172822010-05-29T08:31:00.000-07:002010-05-29T08:42:32.310-07:00coming to a close...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Only 6 more days left in France!!! Wowie. Done with classes, only have 4 finals left and then I leave for </span></span><a href="http://www.pilotage.net/fr/plans/mayotte/files/page28_2.gif"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Mayotte </span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">on Friday, to go visit my </span></span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30922579&l=df2581d8e2&id=1500900035"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">boyfriend</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> there for three weeks, after which I'll come back to France for a couple days and then back to the US. I'm glad I'm going to Mayotte for a lot of reasons but a big one is that I'm just not ready to go back to the US yet, and this will be a nice, slow transition. And it will really help my French because apparently no one really speaks English there. My French, btw, is really good now, but I mainly just don't practice a lot because most of my friends are English-speakers. A shame, but that's how it goes. Anyway if I get around to it I'll be posting Mayotte pictures on here too. =]</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Last night we had a neighborhood "fete des voisins", which was funny because it was actually a nationwide thing--French people don't meet their neighbors and need a government organized block party to do so. hilarious. it was really fun though, and a potluck with real French food is more delicious than you can imagine. Quiches and amazing salads galore.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Last weekend I went to visit Urszula in Lyon again! Here' s the link to my facebook album because I'm being lazy, as per the usual. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2041132&id=1500900035&l=24e90389d3 </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Hope all is well with everyone. Mucho love.</span></span></div>Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-62489351052898981112010-05-12T15:18:00.000-07:002010-05-12T15:20:21.373-07:00vacation + bday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKynqnN3wuPKblKOQeJoDwsRafXsKV6riTDskNK3QvW2ALz-vpcqjg9gzg5six80bcRkqmQqYQQ0npfq7h48fXz0nPpainW7URqrTwgeNf5Hz0j4ugpRMtJnvJWRtto3zCQew9Qzfuw3c/s1600/IMGP5491.JPG"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKynqnN3wuPKblKOQeJoDwsRafXsKV6riTDskNK3QvW2ALz-vpcqjg9gzg5six80bcRkqmQqYQQ0npfq7h48fXz0nPpainW7URqrTwgeNf5Hz0j4ugpRMtJnvJWRtto3zCQew9Qzfuw3c/s400/IMGP5491.JPG" border="0" /></a> In April I went on vacation. I have lots of pictures and am too lazy to make a collage, so here's the link to my facebook album:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2039107&id=1500900035&l=4be761a5e7">http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2039107&id=1500900035&l=4be761a5e7</a><br /><br />I went to the southwest of France for 3 days and then Barcelona for 8 more days. I adored Barcelona, and want to move there, legitimately. Met some wonderful, amazing people and got to practice my atrocious Spanish while enjoying the beauty and spirit of a truly unique city. Plus, while in Parc Guell I took a little photo series, here's the link to that:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2039108&id=1500900035&l=dd7315e882">http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2039108&id=1500900035&l=dd7315e882</a><br /><br />And finally I had a birthday! 21 now, wooo! Had a nice birthday party too. =]<br /><br />Bisous!!<div style="clear:both; text-align:RIGHT"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-90531330778126918092010-03-28T07:25:00.000-07:002010-03-28T07:26:36.057-07:00Normandy<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I went on an excursion with CIDEF to Normandy last Saturday, where in the morning we visited the WWII Memorial in Caen which is a sort of historical musuem. Afterwards we visited the American cemetery which is right behind Omaha beach (and was given to the US as American territory as a thanks from the French), the German cemetery in a nearby village, and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pointe_du_Hoc">Pointe du Hoc</a>, a strategic location between Omaha beach and Utah beach, where after the war they left everything as it was so you can still see the bomb craters, the bunkers for the giant German guns, etc. It was a very moving experience, to see all this, and I learned a lot too; it was interesting to see the war from a French point of view, and at the musuem I learned a lot about the French Vichy regime which I had never really studied in detail.</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibSPDG-B876BDTIIb4ticu9bi1CbCxOEgVpLzYQAE_HZby-jdGPBLEAsmFelxyIW4JzPc7rv4uZ4YDtJzPH2d_-z1DNGUdHpMlvC8_hvXrHp9ta3_xPZtk11E9DCtTKATOQVGoABCpKoc/s1600/Normandy+excursion1.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibSPDG-B876BDTIIb4ticu9bi1CbCxOEgVpLzYQAE_HZby-jdGPBLEAsmFelxyIW4JzPc7rv4uZ4YDtJzPH2d_-z1DNGUdHpMlvC8_hvXrHp9ta3_xPZtk11E9DCtTKATOQVGoABCpKoc/s400/Normandy+excursion1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The American Cemetery. It reminded me a lot of DC, had the same feel. And the bathrooms even had water fountains, which are unheard of in France! Hehee.</div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihgIf902G9_XGRmmJycjBf2_FF64bT3tUzWzGy0MBSzTqEztZfqfF_UzxdFceceIrgNE4dfmgxfM8-0Js2b62H4UedyF04VEQrJrUky3HHCmUTLE5IfdpnAmVDTiWcQw77EbDJCq7YcTg/s1600/Collages1.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihgIf902G9_XGRmmJycjBf2_FF64bT3tUzWzGy0MBSzTqEztZfqfF_UzxdFceceIrgNE4dfmgxfM8-0Js2b62H4UedyF04VEQrJrUky3HHCmUTLE5IfdpnAmVDTiWcQw77EbDJCq7YcTg/s400/Collages1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The German cemetery. It's about 1/3 of the size of the American cemetery, but has double the amount of graves--20,000, versus 10,000. They had very different feels to them, but both were somber yet peaceful, the way cemeteries should be.<br /></div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_6sNmo2Me4Tu6JfwWUj3Pf0Eo1vVGSjV2XdeXa79-oafHKrMKukHkG8TmZDsfp0L81Bz6z4tSOM0JZyZ_2MyFqDZePtqKcXq1DXVuPr_c8cWwhmATNVVi-ha2xCdXU8rTlfrEJ83HMxY/s1600/Normandy+excursion2.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_6sNmo2Me4Tu6JfwWUj3Pf0Eo1vVGSjV2XdeXa79-oafHKrMKukHkG8TmZDsfp0L81Bz6z4tSOM0JZyZ_2MyFqDZePtqKcXq1DXVuPr_c8cWwhmATNVVi-ha2xCdXU8rTlfrEJ83HMxY/s400/Normandy+excursion2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Pointe du Hoc. It's a cliff between the two beaches, which you can see in the pictures. The remnants of the so called "Atlantic Wall" of the Germans are in ruins due to heavy bombing by the Americans. This was a stronghold thought to be unassailable from the beach, but a group of 225 Texas Rangers scaled the cliff during D-Day and overtook it. They got stuck there though, surrounded by German forces, and by the time help came a few days later, only 90 were left. However they played an integral role by disabling the heavy artillery there, because otherwise both Omaha and Utah beaches would have suffered much heavier casualties.</div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-46734956541559554242010-02-27T04:49:00.000-08:002010-02-27T04:56:10.808-08:00Saint-Malo and Mont Saint-Michel<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><div style="text-align: left;">So last weekend I went to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint-Malo">Saint-Malo </a>and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mont_St_Michel">Mont Saint-Michel</a> on an excursion with my school. 3 buses and more than 120 college students, hahaha. Normally that just sounds like a nightmare for me, but it was definitely worth it, I absolutely loved both places.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Saint-Malo is this old city on the coast that is surrounded by a turreted wall and that got severely bombed during WWII by the Americans and Brits because it was a bastion of the Nazi's, but then after, to keep the history, they restored it all. The first two collages are pictures from there. It was supposed to rain all day, but we got super lucky and it was GORGEOUS out. Spring has pretty much emerged in France, and while my allergies aren't enjoying it, I definitely am. =D</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH4GbU6A8sXq8OVlJ299SWx-bGSSTwTmCe-25nebOPgz774ycj13mDNLhDwtjwtXArWq-T-M5hipQtiWUC1Gw4ZPwtt89pVQrUENtnk3TOrpLjOWpjTGP4HN386E5Egot6D3utIyFx-Qw/s1600-h/Mont+St+Michel+et+St+Malo.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH4GbU6A8sXq8OVlJ299SWx-bGSSTwTmCe-25nebOPgz774ycj13mDNLhDwtjwtXArWq-T-M5hipQtiWUC1Gw4ZPwtt89pVQrUENtnk3TOrpLjOWpjTGP4HN386E5Egot6D3utIyFx-Qw/s400/Mont+St+Michel+et+St+Malo.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRzhDaFARdimePix8f7f7ogXqE2GvJla_x20-Qx6R4lNKufK2Vk16Wqh5PSdIeCatMcsPI5W9VIvkIeMhWcUXDIBvjSmRcrH3HrcCk8xbZJS0sdIWazuIhkzbzpIefqA-QcYSewJU9C-I/s1600-h/Mont+St+Michel+et+St+Malo1.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRzhDaFARdimePix8f7f7ogXqE2GvJla_x20-Qx6R4lNKufK2Vk16Wqh5PSdIeCatMcsPI5W9VIvkIeMhWcUXDIBvjSmRcrH3HrcCk8xbZJS0sdIWazuIhkzbzpIefqA-QcYSewJU9C-I/s400/Mont+St+Michel+et+St+Malo1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br />Mont St-Michel is really famous in France and a huge tourist destination, and really it was spectacular, much more so than it looks in pictures. Basically it's a sprawling, enormous, centuries-old monastary on this huge hill that when the tide comes in, is an island! Very cool.<br /><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEx7Cfcac0hsysM4UlnKzfxCX-RUj1PCqBUzs3diR1o-qgFTEjwFTdEuoSbOdpHcJ23ioo59bQobQ7BXk1Vl2vqU3CZTgrINXsG-QP85kjeZtrHGaYc_VKzDVccO4iCCqZl5eUwE3jWQc/s1600-h/Mont+St+Michel+et+St+Malo2.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEx7Cfcac0hsysM4UlnKzfxCX-RUj1PCqBUzs3diR1o-qgFTEjwFTdEuoSbOdpHcJ23ioo59bQobQ7BXk1Vl2vqU3CZTgrINXsG-QP85kjeZtrHGaYc_VKzDVccO4iCCqZl5eUwE3jWQc/s400/Mont+St+Michel+et+St+Malo2.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-21793163734808542312010-02-10T05:41:00.000-08:002010-02-27T05:21:56.442-08:00Montpellier!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVKN_nkZRLxYa77HMg0JvmDdh4l8Ah1_X_gvRQjXvc3RL0m_GPxO5pV_Wvw5KbMRgv2ZZYP24GcmmFbUm1aJ7RRKKbAxJonLnSkMPiGYMQPHSIwZKiTAycanTrx8E1R7XPsqhK9phSBTo/s1600-h/montpellier1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVKN_nkZRLxYa77HMg0JvmDdh4l8Ah1_X_gvRQjXvc3RL0m_GPxO5pV_Wvw5KbMRgv2ZZYP24GcmmFbUm1aJ7RRKKbAxJonLnSkMPiGYMQPHSIwZKiTAycanTrx8E1R7XPsqhK9phSBTo/s400/montpellier1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442912677162996290" /></a><div><br /></div><div>So in January we finished up our classes and the first week of February we had a break before the beginning of the new semester, which is this week. For that week I went down to Montpellier, in the south of France, because my DAD found a conference there, so I got to go SEE him, stay in a HOTEL, go to the BEACH and be in the SUN, eat at RESTUARANTS, and be otherwise spoiled for 5 days with my daddy dear. Here's a recap of the week, day by day:<br /><br />Tuesday, arrival day:</div><div>I got there around 2pm, went out the wrong exit of the train station and wandered around for quite a while as a result, looking for the hotel, which was directly across from the other exit, hehee. I finally found it, they let me check in and everything, and I went down and asked for the internet code, which then failed to work. dad told me he'd get in around 5 so at 4:30 i went to the station, found a train on the list that was coming from Paris and went and waited for him. it arrived alright, but dad was nowhere to be seen. i went back to the hotel, asked them about the internet, got it fixed and right as i was figuring out which train was dad's, he called my phone from his friend's cell, saying he was at the station. I ran across the street and we were reunited for the first time since August! woooo! that night we wandered a tiny bit and found a chinese/vietnamese/thai place to eat, which wasn't bad at all, and had some killer jasmine tea.<br /></div> <div><br /></div><div>Wednesday:</div><div>I took dad on the bus to his conference, at a nearby university, and then went to meet a Canadian friend of mine from the Cahto, Lois, who was vacationing for 2 of the days of our break in Montpellier. We wandered a bit as well, getting acquainted with the city, and went to the tourist center asking how to get to the seashore (which is only aboug 10 km away). the lady at the center was chatting with us and it turned out she used to live in Angers! small world. so to the Medeterranean we went! it was about 45 or 50 degrees and a bit windy so without a jacket it was still a bit nippy, but i took it off, trying to soak up as much sun as possible. =] we ate lunch on the rocks and just sort of wandered the beach for a couple hours, returned, pretty exhausted, took a tram to the Roman aquaducts the city has, and she showed me a crazy disney-remniscent cathedral. we went and sat in the sun in the park for a while and then I went back to the hotel to meet dad. that night we wandered and found a tiny little greek / cyprian restuarant that was jam packed full, very informal and had way-too-loud live greek music. the food was to die for and it was a fantastic meal, despite the fact that we had to shout across the table, and the owner of the restuarant refused to ever address me, even though it was clear dad spoke no french at all. hehehee.</div> <div><br /></div><div>Thursday:</div><div>I met Lois around 11am at the main plaza (Place de la Comedie) and we went to the art musuem, and then a little musuem about the history of Montpellier. the art musuem was fantastic and the history one was cool, but very odd--it was in the tiny part of the catacombs left from a huge church that was destroyed in the Revolution, in whose place now is a plaza with lots of cafes. we got headphones and listened to about 45 minutes of french explaination and little movies projected on to the stone floors and walls. haha, pretty interesting but we were both exhausted and kind of were falling asleep a bit. ;] after that she went back home and I went and got my hair cut! there was a place close to the hotel i had seen, and i walked in and they took me right away. it was expensive but i got a shoulder massage as the conditioner soaked in, and the guy really knew what he was doing. this is far and away the best haircut i've ever had--i can actually just leave my hair down and it looks fine now! fabulous. i waited a while for dad to get back, we both took naps and that night we had his gala dinner for the conference, which i got a free ticket for. it was at a really nice restauarnt next to the opera house, and we had tons of local wine, curry shrimp, raspberry duck, and apple tarte. yummmm! the conversation was nice, i was sitting across from a very interesting and talkative guy from the Netherlands, and next to dad's friend Scott who i met long ago as a 7yr old in Kansas one day when i went to Konza prairie with dad. i still remember that day! =]</div> <div><br /></div><div>friday:</div><div>dad left the conference at noon, and i took him to get kebabs, which are typical fast food around here. but we went to an indian place so instead of pita-y bread it was with naan, aka so much better. =D we walked and walked--i had a very good idea of the main center of the city by then and showed him all the cool sights. we took naps and then that night ate sushi. mmmmm.</div> <div><br /></div><div>saturday:</div><div>we woke up and ate breakfast and then Urszula arrived from Lyon!! again, all we did was walk. along the Lez river, through the center of town, to the botanical gardens, etc. i took them to the art musuem, becuase it was really not very big, dad had free tickets, and Urszula had never been there! it only took about an hour and a half, and we all enjoyed it a lot. we had to get coffee afterwards because we were all falling asleep. ;] Urszula knew lots of little back streets and showed us some cool things, like the trompe l'oeils and a church or two. we had a tastey but burnt pizza lunch, and around 5pm said goodbye. it was fantastic to see her, the three of us just talked and talked. for dad it was nice because he got to have an actual mini-vacation, instead of just conferencing. for Urszula it was great because she got to go somewhere warmer and got to escape her daily life for a bit and reconnect with us. for me it was fabulous because i was surrounded by people i love. =]</div> <div><br /></div><div>sunday: </div><div>after like 3 hrs of sleep dad and I woke up around 5:45 and got ready and went to the train station, because his train was at 6:51 and mine was at 7:21. once in Paris, I had a bit of a scare because i only had 1.5 hrs to switch train stations, and after getting off my train it took me a while to realize that i was at a completely different station than i thought--one i had never been to, and through which the metro line i was looking for didn't pass through. so i found a map and found a metro line that connected me to one that got me to the other station, but then i got there and they said the line was temporarily not running and i could take a bus. I couldn't find the bus, went back to the map and saw that i could transfer on the other line that went through the station too. ran to that one, got to the second line and realized i had 40 minutes before my train, and the station was 15 stops away. scaryyy. but once i finally got to the station with 15 minutes before my train was going to leave, i found out that where i got off that metro line was much closer to the actual trains than the metro line which i usually take, which involves 15 minutes of walking after you get off. so it was all ok and i made it fine. but it was a bit nervewracking to be sure, haha.<br /><br />so that was my trip. I'm at school right now but I'll post pictures later. and I actually will, I promise. hehee.<br /></div>Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-92008550623186031522009-12-29T15:49:00.000-08:002009-12-29T15:56:10.997-08:00happy holidays tout le monde!I'm officially the worst blogger ever. I would apologize, but that would infer I'll work hard on getting better, and that I just can't promise. But sorry for that last bit at least.<div><br /></div><div>However I do want to wish everyone a MERRY CHRISTMAS, albeit a bit late, and a HAPPY NEW YEAR, though a bit early.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've had a fabulous European holiday break thus far, and will catch you up on it soon. It's been especially great because the every-other-day-or-so skype dates with my family etc have literally been the only times I've spoken English since the 22nd. Which is a good thing, though my head hurts at night from so much French. ;]</div><div><br /></div><div>For now, a bit of very exciting news: I just learned that my CAF (Caisse d'Allocations Familiales) application went through, meaning that now the French government is giving me a monthly stipend to help me pay for my housing. And they deposited a gorgeous amount of euros in my French bank account on Christmas Eve, paying me retroactively for my time spent here since September. </div><div>Ahhh the joys of European socialism.</div><div><br /></div><div>Much love to all.</div>Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-1719985027060164202009-11-24T09:54:00.000-08:002009-11-24T09:55:03.028-08:00Paris with Alli!!<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Deciding to ignore the fact that I was sick, I went and spent Saturday night and all of Sunday with Alli in Paris. She's there for a week and this was the only time I'd be able to see her all semester, so off I went.<br /><br />The trip was fantastic, it was wonderful to see her again, and even though Paris was bitterly cold, I always love the City of Love. There was a seasonal winter festival going on down Champs-Elysees, including even a huge ferris wheel, so that too was really cool to see. We made a stop at the Musee D'Orsay for the last hour that it was open (we got in free) which was nice too--we saw some amazing Van Goghs and then an expo on Art Nouveau (top righthand photo is the museum). Their hotel was right in front of the Louvre so Saturday night we took a walk and sat in front of the glass pyramid, catching up on life. Very cool.<br /><br />Now I'm back in Angers and while less sick than last week, I still skipped classes today and slept the whole day instead. Boo. But it was worth it, definitely.<br /></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglt9K9Fyun0mB28Se1HiCxzn7tXr_4KD84gEYPDcmk9hSROVU5mf4dvzHT-EbhWe7M3XM_uxcYMXDgmieSLNQT84YEprClWbSvFoOB2Z3XlmpelOiNCUTIwMOAZYqk-MKbvii11CDEY9Y/s1600/Paris+with+Alli.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglt9K9Fyun0mB28Se1HiCxzn7tXr_4KD84gEYPDcmk9hSROVU5mf4dvzHT-EbhWe7M3XM_uxcYMXDgmieSLNQT84YEprClWbSvFoOB2Z3XlmpelOiNCUTIwMOAZYqk-MKbvii11CDEY9Y/s400/Paris+with+Alli.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-45351832226477377582009-11-24T09:40:00.000-08:002009-11-24T09:41:13.937-08:00Lyon<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"> Yes I am back to collages. Obviously I wasn't doing too well posting when I was trying to do things individually (given the fact that this was 2 weekends ago by now), so I'm giving up and going back to the easy Picasa-made collages.<br /><br /> I went to visit Urzsula in Lyon the 13th through the 15th, and it was a wonderful little trip. Only a 4 hour train ride (don't ask me about prices though, ugh) through the pretty countryside (I even saw at least 6 castles from the train) and I got to see an old friend and experience a totally different French city. I really loved Lyon, it had a much more urban feel to it than any other French city I've been to. It also felt demographically quite young and busy all the time--not the France I know, haha. The weather wasn't wonderful but didn't inhibit our biking throughout the city to see her workplace (Interpol's International Headquarters) and the various and varied sections of the city. Cool city, good food, good friends = happy weekend. =]<br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn8WfkIUQcGOpW4L_XRvmWgaW2LL64zPeiGQghL6NWqhCxIhyphenhyphenOPL69p7ROwgVNxB2s61PTfG_4IYYq-eNEETPlbdC22OdDlFT0esrPXJbnYo-xEAScpKhf08TmHKfxI02ASRDJ5uoM09k/s1600/Lyon+and+Urszula%21.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn8WfkIUQcGOpW4L_XRvmWgaW2LL64zPeiGQghL6NWqhCxIhyphenhyphenOPL69p7ROwgVNxB2s61PTfG_4IYYq-eNEETPlbdC22OdDlFT0esrPXJbnYo-xEAScpKhf08TmHKfxI02ASRDJ5uoM09k/s400/Lyon+and+Urszula%21.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD3nu0ehekq_Ridg0DaUoOOdEpBX3YtR9_cAuQP2y8VZQkp8OuI2HQhyphenhyphenC6Hjt5toFvUxoepfOLHA4gcZUybxFKLpPjWVllDCnhyFYxDq9HWI92He2e4TDuNIcVsyPbLV0q0kYEBVRQd8c/s1600/Lyon+and+Urszula%211.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD3nu0ehekq_Ridg0DaUoOOdEpBX3YtR9_cAuQP2y8VZQkp8OuI2HQhyphenhyphenC6Hjt5toFvUxoepfOLHA4gcZUybxFKLpPjWVllDCnhyFYxDq9HWI92He2e4TDuNIcVsyPbLV0q0kYEBVRQd8c/s400/Lyon+and+Urszula%211.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtLjcqcw168ra1jFApDqnIunlqfZdmHVXXDhzFcHwefoQPmeReKWE9BOq6cQo3r1HR7r_0Ljeeyttfg-JRIhnnbZhSNtnklUtY9VmuoME64RQRXUQP7nSgXOg6oXogdNAa1ECpWRLF8H4/s400/IMGP3933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401809573711258658" border="0" /></a>Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-62160349690801100602009-11-08T10:34:00.000-08:002009-11-08T10:43:25.037-08:00un petit peu plus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjioHfwms-885Fd-laxUTKSmeMa6MG8peXGofY3WnXbTO0BWeVChzG8JjKjyqbs2dX_I3MvBzMYo4Qd3lNQz7cgnyKmU69s4kDy2gtVLZDB8gTMQQ_-x6TMcGS0u9TOUihaU5FuSHtEFIg/s1600-h/IMGP3966.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjioHfwms-885Fd-laxUTKSmeMa6MG8peXGofY3WnXbTO0BWeVChzG8JjKjyqbs2dX_I3MvBzMYo4Qd3lNQz7cgnyKmU69s4kDy2gtVLZDB8gTMQQ_-x6TMcGS0u9TOUihaU5FuSHtEFIg/s400/IMGP3966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401805210002089026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaD2dlQyad0pf1u2qPHBwnXmf6NVQf4EdzrwnlUYarZ4tQVCfTUzInZDlrD6potRmnqhMT7yL3bJ2Tt5LvW06SKbM_SiAElf7iW770CuYZ8Y7AL6VMhZ43YA_gxLyPCUjZbYdVvYWsSjY/s1600-h/IMGP4018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz53snx27A6Mmr8Ttx8OIewGMYMItInbJtvJw6nK3gq7xeNoLo-ywTNoO-AChTQ0Yb8wz_ckqHg-W_WCQ7fDA8U1N2Tj9gcAzp5Ga8i_L0UzxcAlSpTxwVeRHBMjldfAsdq6QEI1Qf81Q/s400/IMGP3977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401803507291557602" border="0" /></a>Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-10243791685000576272009-11-08T10:11:00.000-08:002009-11-08T11:18:23.556-08:00weekend with a host family in the Vendée region<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1RNP-PdX4t_F90OyOZxWzVNZVmVV7B_s6wwckyhhon6v5qG6YhOdNxYtPnMWJsm-029QSBtpEK4RbE1z4HX7qjWM8lUoTWf_MbsTjXyNb6lTkgKgv1eOtPXobhVKNRMcW5GnQ9GEHOCU/s1600-h/IMGP3941.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1RNP-PdX4t_F90OyOZxWzVNZVmVV7B_s6wwckyhhon6v5qG6YhOdNxYtPnMWJsm-029QSBtpEK4RbE1z4HX7qjWM8lUoTWf_MbsTjXyNb6lTkgKgv1eOtPXobhVKNRMcW5GnQ9GEHOCU/s400/IMGP3941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401814242143799490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ1N_LbeH8fXBgueZom-mn75w1ywYY5gqJlik6C5emI3FiNxuMirfGMtZeBgMEcdOuyAvgb-GcJDXTcVGV7Qr6IQRJmekO08InCfqo3Pn7I4GpraOjlx77PqD0dKi0ZcJENGd0TJQTBqY/s1600-h/IMGP3961.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ1N_LbeH8fXBgueZom-mn75w1ywYY5gqJlik6C5emI3FiNxuMirfGMtZeBgMEcdOuyAvgb-GcJDXTcVGV7Qr6IQRJmekO08InCfqo3Pn7I4GpraOjlx77PqD0dKi0ZcJENGd0TJQTBqY/s400/IMGP3961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401808275142229938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So I had the chance this weekend to go to the little town of Saint Gilles Croix de Vie in the department of Vendée which is on the coast and about 2 hours from here. We literally got put on a bus and when we got to the town, a middle school English teacher (who had a daughter who went to ND for a year, thus the connection) called our names one by one, gave us away to a family and said "ok be back at 1pm on Sunday!" Nerve-wracking? I think yes. But it turned out wonderfully, as these things often do. My family included Lisa, 14 and Pauline, 17, and their parents. The dad, who had hurt his back and was out of commission for the weekend, used to be a potter and they had gorgeous pieces of pottery all over the house. All of the dishes and everything were made by him. It was left up to the girls and the mom, Isabelle, to show me around, and they did a wonderful job of it. They drove me all over the place, to different beaches and islands and even a creperie, hehee. I spoke french the ENTIRE weekend too. Go me. So yep. here are some pictures from that little adventure. Enjoy.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDrvyzKln8qvaubx-5_BcbyyiMwMF7nl2Mm2VOoQz5wvT8aegCkUawHGByxaM2MFfcRZpJpIjFn7J8doRgAQ7vPsEUpu2ksNL3ikHx7w8_leOJMIFFINeRW6nobrvLviUXvoMkpzFGx6M/s1600-h/IMGP3970.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDrvyzKln8qvaubx-5_BcbyyiMwMF7nl2Mm2VOoQz5wvT8aegCkUawHGByxaM2MFfcRZpJpIjFn7J8doRgAQ7vPsEUpu2ksNL3ikHx7w8_leOJMIFFINeRW6nobrvLviUXvoMkpzFGx6M/s400/IMGP3970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401799322894731122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLN9oyfvr5OHVWN4nF-CpfmJmZSjTBvyU1vbn23FpuFzjRHhikQdAQJPUgtwRJFkNnw4qn9cxTAA89GWrGRD52C9PVmxfkwgJZF0iW0AnGtDZcWm3OpRb_gq_9D_lZ-yP9dcNs4rKPAx4/s1600-h/IMGP3933.JPG"><br /></a>Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-5128572158013902632009-11-01T03:38:00.000-08:002009-11-01T03:38:55.078-08:00les couleurs de l'automne en France<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV6r7ln4DtVlMiYeY_hlJb2FnYJBN-mu1YQ-67zQynroeDJi0Urxe3HArXVAdBCeWFieAm0UXd8aAyBxCr2Y7ONN-RwDfb5rnqR6NTqelt4AEEiaRUJQAZ6HsATBdZkG6dE-YDt_Xts-g/s1600-h/fall+in+Angers.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV6r7ln4DtVlMiYeY_hlJb2FnYJBN-mu1YQ-67zQynroeDJi0Urxe3HArXVAdBCeWFieAm0UXd8aAyBxCr2Y7ONN-RwDfb5rnqR6NTqelt4AEEiaRUJQAZ6HsATBdZkG6dE-YDt_Xts-g/s400/fall+in+Angers.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-63150594125323680632009-10-27T13:42:00.000-07:002009-10-27T15:17:13.660-07:002 month marker: cheers and jeersafter being in France for 2 full months now, (well, more or less) here are some things I feel I can say.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Things I miss: JEER to their lack.</span><br />--chips and salsa. rice. fruit juice. pão de queijo. garden dinners. subway (sadly).<br />--riding in cars. better yet, driving a car. but mostly just their convenience.<br />--buses that run frequently. biggest. annoyance. ever.<br />--being busy and/or having a job.<br />--free food, be it Subway, home, or the DH; paying for every meal sucks.<br />--my daddy's or Pappy's back massages. my shoulders hurt.<br />--having a sink in my room. or near my room. or even just having a bathroom on the same floor.<br />--a jeer to creaky spiral staircases. they're an integral part of every French building.<br />--being able to wear bright colors without getting looked at funny. (seriously.)<br />--my friends, and the fam.<br /><br />PLUS: big huge jeer to the exchange rate. ew.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Things I love: CHEERS for France!</span><br />--living in a city vs a campus. though it definitely brings back high school memories.<br />--the brand new fireplace and the frequent wood fires my host family has. makes me feel like a kid again.<br />--the bread. and wine. I never thought either could taste so good. really.<br />--my bicycle and how often I can use it.<br />--having my OWN room. it's been a looong time.<br />--the wall mounted space heater I have in my bathroom because there's no heat. nothing like standing in front of that after a shower. doubles as a hair dryer too. wooooo.<br />--kebabs. nuff said.<br />--free drinks because we know one of the bar owners.<br />--my new friends. =]<br />--having a bus pass: hop on hop off, whenever I want. Thanks ND for payin.<br />--the fact that even still this week it's in the 60s.<br />--time to sleep, read, watch tv, do nothing.<br />--the fact that the french love rainbows: the color scheme, not the arc you find in the sky. par exemple, the official scheme of the city's public transportation system is some very gaudy rainbow stripes. I'll take and post a picture of the side of a bus sometime.<br />--looking at pretty french people. they're all way too gorgeous.Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-33919103198494309262009-10-25T16:20:00.000-07:002009-10-25T16:24:24.070-07:00dinner and campusPicture post time.<br /><br />Weekends are quiet here, for me at least, because lots of people travel every weekend, and as I lack the funds to do so, I find myself somewhat lonely much of the time. But it's a nice time to catch up on sleep and laze around, or meet up with other people that I don't usually hang out with, so it's a nice thing. Doing nothing does get kind of old, because I'm used to having close to no free time at all at school, but I try to keep myself occupied. Today I Skyped with the family for an hour and with Shelly for an hour 45. Very nice.<br /><br />On to pictures:<br />Ashley and I made dinner with Austin at his house the other day. Veggie pasta with pesto sauce, and blanched broccoli. Complete with a 3 Euro bottle of white wine. Mmmmm.<br />And on a particularly pretty Sunday I found myself outside the Catho. Here's the main building which holds most classrooms. Not particularly gorgeous, haha, but that's about as pretty as it gets.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyO1roxMa-P-5LO_JtPO6K2f1WpDIVZ4mfvfSXkRtLtKjpkVgog4Yz1bfuC52-Fum-PTgwAWTojPv7NsSlRP1V3PT8PCvqKBHQlFclnjCNWjvOIGgB6SJaia7kFGByLr9wmYx2xvtSY-I/s1600-h/IMGP3815.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyO1roxMa-P-5LO_JtPO6K2f1WpDIVZ4mfvfSXkRtLtKjpkVgog4Yz1bfuC52-Fum-PTgwAWTojPv7NsSlRP1V3PT8PCvqKBHQlFclnjCNWjvOIGgB6SJaia7kFGByLr9wmYx2xvtSY-I/s320/IMGP3815.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRQrJnDxgtDytob4oe4R18CkuvBLum19-mnr8y_9XRPKKmZLcPSVAhUy9uIbGxguCNAAxe1_Rpb86_BPFuMECtUvrgDK8KEREqWz7R-3IV4Ma7fxVWCejcUUWfW3L80xFTNYYruTw79mA/s1600-h/IMGP3817.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRQrJnDxgtDytob4oe4R18CkuvBLum19-mnr8y_9XRPKKmZLcPSVAhUy9uIbGxguCNAAxe1_Rpb86_BPFuMECtUvrgDK8KEREqWz7R-3IV4Ma7fxVWCejcUUWfW3L80xFTNYYruTw79mA/s320/IMGP3817.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjekQpotJuTevNWhyphenhyphenPswV7_GyyXXTwPsFPLIojylQVjavMAB5lWXJUdCnqpyVy4G5PfL_aK34Y_SYX6f_dEHeYTjY785jIXvurG0-8myncvo41LM4f5NVnAtUzbK-eLUuNZLhlszhKbxnY/s1600-h/IMGP3825.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjekQpotJuTevNWhyphenhyphenPswV7_GyyXXTwPsFPLIojylQVjavMAB5lWXJUdCnqpyVy4G5PfL_aK34Y_SYX6f_dEHeYTjY785jIXvurG0-8myncvo41LM4f5NVnAtUzbK-eLUuNZLhlszhKbxnY/s320/IMGP3825.JPG" border="0" /></a><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-402016816834902642009-10-16T05:54:00.000-07:002009-10-16T07:52:31.809-07:00who would've thunk??? and more news.I spent this summer in Brazil doing a summer long service program, during which I worked very closely with many Africans. I learned a huge amount about the African psyche and way of life while in Brazil, and an especially large amount about South Africa. I thought it was so ironic: go to Brazil and learn about Africa all summer.<br /> Well now I'm having the same experience in France, except this time I'm learning all about Asia. During the prestage there were a good number of Japanese students studying with us, but when we returned from break and started our real university classes, we went from 100 students to 400, and at least 200 of those new students are from China alone, the others being from mainly the US, Japan and Korea. It's such a trip--I sit in my classes in French and I seriously feel like I should be in Asia, because 80% of each of my classes is Asian! It's so fun to see their clothes, because little Asian girls can pull off just about anything, and they really push the limits. I've seen everything from purple jumpsuits to pleather tassle boots to a loose leopard-print shirt with a leopard outline in sequins. I'm learning a lot about how different China and Japan are (for one, Japanese accents are MUCH easier to understand, and Japanese names are much easier to say).<br /> Today in my Expression Orale class (11 students, 3 americans, one nun from the Czech Republic, 5 chinese and 2 japanese) we each had to present something special to us, either a picture or an object. I brought a bracelet I got this summer in Brazil, one of the americans brought pictures from her summer internship in DC, the other a chess set his sister got him from Chile, etc. Normal stuff. Then the other students started presenting, and instead of learning about them or their lives, like I expected to, I got a lesson in Chinese and Japanese culture!<br />One of the chinese girls did a presentation on Chinese Opera, and went too long and had to get cut off so the last two people could go, but I was really blown away. She had brought a cup that had cartoons of opera costumes and masks, and then had cut up all these papers that she taped onto the white board. She had 4 colors--Red, Black, White, and Green--and a bunch of qualities written out which she taped under the color which represented them. She explained to us how the colors on the masks of the characters in the opera tell you about their personality and function within the story: the mask with the most red belongs to the hero, if a mask has a lot of green it means the character is very faithful, etc. She began to explain the designs on the masks and what they meant too, but only got through one before she had to get cut off. What she showed us though was how one mask had a vase shaped pattern on his forehead, which means he liked to drink a lot! It was incredibly interesting, and the amount that she prepared (vs me half asleep this morning throwing the first thing I saw into my backpack) really was impressive.<br /> Other people presented on Japanese/Korean pop singers (she's half/half and lives in Japan), traditional Chinese printed handkerchiefs with birds representing joy that are supposed to keep mosquitoes away (which he promptly gave to our grad-student teacher as a present), those red cords tied into elaborate decorative knots with tassles that you always see in Chinese restaurants (apparently the different designs represent things like luck and intimacy), traditional festivals in Shinto temples, and so on and so on. It was a very cool class.<br /><br /> In other news, I love my history of France and my art history classes. Both have great teachers and are interesting, and it's just so nice to have an actual class in which you do actual intellectual work and isn't just grammargrammargrammarcomphrensiongrammarexcersisesBLAH. =]<br /><br /> Life is good here. As of yesterday it's officially cold, so I bundle up for my bike rides now, with gloves and everything. My host family said they'll turn on the heat probably this weekend, which was happy news. My bathroom doesn't have heating being as it's in between the garage and the laundry room/water closet/ extra fridge room, but there's a funky box on the wall that I turn and that heats up the room AND my towel, so yay for that.<br /><br /> The other day I went and had a very picturesque little dinner with two friends. ND had had a lunch together and there was leftover PizzaHut in the computer lab, so I stole it and we got some drinks and sat on some steps in a park and watched little boys skateboard, a couple make out, a TV reporter filming and talking, etc etc. The weather was beautiful, the sun was out, the clouds were interesting, and to top it all off a gorgeous rainbow appeared just to make me happy. =] It's really nice here now, I'm finally feeling at ease and like I'm making an actual life for myself here for the year. It isn't just a do-this-do-that like it was during the prestage when we all felt like we were in high school, being ushered all together on field<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwBgUxZ43tm1A0Ii7spgs5VGjNyjE3kMyiohfdaMgUQ0JGU6uk31SGycv_65jBdtPD7mJ52aiBhfvbvuZ2FXt6xXUeX3zmUho3zNcG-Tmo1C7vmqLLx_-TaTfX4DNjBF5Hi0_fwjmDS0U/s1600-h/IMGP3801.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwBgUxZ43tm1A0Ii7spgs5VGjNyjE3kMyiohfdaMgUQ0JGU6uk31SGycv_65jBdtPD7mJ52aiBhfvbvuZ2FXt6xXUeX3zmUho3zNcG-Tmo1C7vmqLLx_-TaTfX4DNjBF5Hi0_fwjmDS0U/s400/IMGP3801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393191786432903330" border="0" /></a> trips, lunches etc, but now I have my own time to do whatever I want. I've been living day-by-day lately, not planning anything at all, just making sure I show up to my classes and up for whatever other than that. I end up doing fun things like that dinner, like just hanging out at Rachel's because her house is literally across the street from school, shopping, wandering the town, and so on. We've made quite a few French friends too, so while the French hasn't clicked yet, I am improving. Plus I have homework help. =D<br /><br /> Ok well that's all, I'm going to take a nap now before Rachel and I head over and make dinner with some French kids, but here's a picture to make all of these words a little more interesting. This is from last weekend before we went to a discotheque called Le Dome. It was super fun. The two in the middle are French girls learning to be coast guards! So cool.Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-60427852538064545872009-10-06T14:07:00.000-07:002009-10-06T14:51:57.953-07:00Paris Paris...Well yay vacation!!<br />So this week we're beginning classes (History of French Art and French History are very promising, great teachers and interesting topics. Also taking 6 required hours of language, another good teacher, and Expression Orale and Expression Ecrit, neither of which I've had yet. But it seems like it'll be a good semester class wise.) but last week we had a nice break, which I'm going to post quickly about.<br /><br />Three of my friends and I went to Paris for the week. Well not actually the week, because it gets expensive. But we stayed 4.5 days there yay! We stayed in a french hotel called F1 which is a new chain of cheap hotels around the country. Though it was less than fabulous, especially the shared bathrooms in the hallways that seemed to always be flooded and the cigarette smelling stairwells, the rooms were very nice and I can't really complain.<br />Paris is amazing, of course. Throughout the week we did tons of stuff, but here were the highlights:<br /><br />--The Eiffel tower at night. We got some wine and sat on a park bench and oohed and a<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-xZZZO__y9IWaofMBzWkKiZEY0ZBOJ1BXuSjRFStj5Du-szf8n04Pe1OGAuSsX0v428yBZJZVoHRuts1aVjEWxersYiOZ2B9kvEqZpZ48X42cZxeAXGzk8oHR6sQZRsLFxp31dnHdDo/s1600-h/Collage.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-xZZZO__y9IWaofMBzWkKiZEY0ZBOJ1BXuSjRFStj5Du-szf8n04Pe1OGAuSsX0v428yBZJZVoHRuts1aVjEWxersYiOZ2B9kvEqZpZ48X42cZxeAXGzk8oHR6sQZRsLFxp31dnHdDo/s400/Collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389606771549271026" border="0" /></a>ahed and had a photo session courtesy of our next-bench British neighbors who kindly warned us about the giant rats that run from bush to bush. Yes, we saw one. Yes, it was giant. And gross. But the tower is gorgeous, and when it sparkles for 10 minutes every hour it's just beautiful.<br />--The Eiffel tower in the daytime. We didn't wait in the massive line to go up, but sat in the park in front along with all the real French people, and basked in the sun for a while. And got dirty looks from tourists who thought we were French.<br />--L'Arc de Triomphe. Coming out of the subway station and having it tower right on top of you is incredible. I had seen it by car before but actually standing under it is amazing. Absolutely stunning.<br />--Champs Elysees. We walked all the way from L'Arc to the Louvre one day. The shops are ridiculous; for instance we went into a Louis Vuitton store where keychains were 250 Euro a piece. We also saw the Toyota and Renault (a French car company) stores, where they had some pretty amazing cars on display. (Little brothers, I included a picture in the collage for you.) We passed a huge display of Vouge magazine covers throughout the decades too, which was pretty cool. We ended up at the Egyptian Obelisk they have there, which is in a huge square with cars zipping all around and huge fountains and L'Arc de Triomphe staring down at you from one end and huge gardens from the other. Breathtaking.<br />--The Louvre. There isn't much to say. Amazing, as always. My camera was running out of battery the whole week though, so I didn't take any pictures inside.<br />--The Statue of Liberty. I'm not sure what scale it's on, but it's rather small and is actually dwarfed by a bridge right behind it, but it was very cool to see. It's exactly like the NYC one, of course, and seeing the Eiffel tower behind it was quite the juxtaposition. Couldn't get that angle in the photo though, sorry. =[<br />--Swiss hot chocolate. I got it at a coffee sh<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWUl5IkjU7g3_Mdhj6HiXTzvhY8zP0UWBYlm55hKz9wdaM1fRTg0lW-dANVBuwIKqcHyNAAuZ_3JP1KpDNaR62UQwF8hc9yqCORRkvR22IY220M14jf6aAOEBqfWa30iKq06e3RNwoSHY/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWUl5IkjU7g3_Mdhj6HiXTzvhY8zP0UWBYlm55hKz9wdaM1fRTg0lW-dANVBuwIKqcHyNAAuZ_3JP1KpDNaR62UQwF8hc9yqCORRkvR22IY220M14jf6aAOEBqfWa30iKq06e3RNwoSHY/s400/collage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389607294197706370" border="0" /></a>op and it was milk with a huge chocolate lollipop stuck in. I was both surprised and a tad bit skeptical at first, but it was pretty much the best hot chocolate I've ever had. Yay!<br />--Street/subway musicians. We saw everything from guitars to full-size harps to congo drums to karaoke (yea. on the subway. hopping from car to car at each stop. wowie. at least she sang well!) to traditional Peruvian singers/musicians to accordions. We had fun trying to come up with something original we could do to get money, because it seems pretty much everything has been done, and being original is how you get the big bucks. I think we finally decided on a STOMP on the metro sort of deal. Hehee. I put a picture in the collage of something we saw close to the Louvre--a bunch of string musicians playing classical music on the sidewalk. They were amazing, and it was so different to see so many people. I loved it.<br />--Wandering the streets. Most of our week consisted of this. We'd pick somewhere or something that looked interesting on the map, hop onto the metro with our metro passes and get off at a stop and wander. Sometimes we'd get to our destination and sometimes not, but it always proved adventurous and very fun. We were all short on cash, so we tried to do as many free things as possible, and if you notice, none of the highlights I mentioned actually cost money! Yay! Well, except for the hot chocolate, but hey, these things happen. =]<br />We did lots more of course, but those were my favorites. Enjoy the photos!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpInjaXGpNiEEnKjoSbC4Vqb2RS2CeZUpFDvWf4wHg8uu3CqDICZjqxxy0Ix3KD1IUG3Obnlf_gmfYGbkZguD6fidYP8PZxzkTQHIQUeQlUOHbBtssRpoXkVIXb54iXpU1Ygw0ktlD48/s1600-h/AMSTERDAM+et+PARIS.jpg"><br /></a><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-45087988120947554432009-09-25T06:20:00.000-07:002009-09-25T06:53:57.520-07:00this and thatHeyyyy everyone.<br /><br />Sorry for having been gone for a while. I had a paper to write last week that was due monday and then this week has been a bit crazy. Feeling somewhat under the weather but I'll get through it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrC9oxI4OOvGowGni8JXHbbAsilbORSy5DW__IflwqccDEyZykSqrDoi9CebzQ_Np9Ouatr8PAwsgEx8Vrl-3SrhDu37Qjm6r2goSTflnOhhPLRMM-az8Oan6l7O0lzDOo0LjSfAOJI3U/s1600-h/IMGP3271.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrC9oxI4OOvGowGni8JXHbbAsilbORSy5DW__IflwqccDEyZykSqrDoi9CebzQ_Np9Ouatr8PAwsgEx8Vrl-3SrhDu37Qjm6r2goSTflnOhhPLRMM-az8Oan6l7O0lzDOo0LjSfAOJI3U/s200/IMGP3271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385401312696491874" border="0" /></a><br />Today was the LAST DAY of our prestage. I'm happy to be done with it, because it really was a lot of classtime and a lot of work, but my teacher was absolutely amazing, so I'm sad to see him go. He does teach classes throughout the semester so we'll see if I'm at a level high enough to take one. This is my friend Ashley and I with him. =]<br /><br />Our break officially begins today, but I'm only heading out on Tuesday because my friend Rachel has an appointment in Nantes on Tuesday morning that she has to go to. She sent in her Visa paperwork right away and now needs a medical exam, kinda weird, but I guess that's how the French roll.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS4GT8D4-TJKh2_CniAbVkRfOyjdeyvoidnUYH0IIYYJjg5zt6ZBNl78mkXYMRRGRba3n_2mdegPoQhwCgi_qfvtDccfCwBiOQNrTwzbYbZaMwE7SF3PGS74zQP4zsxjvc5ANoa7w5ljo/s1600-h/Prestage--second+half.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS4GT8D4-TJKh2_CniAbVkRfOyjdeyvoidnUYH0IIYYJjg5zt6ZBNl78mkXYMRRGRba3n_2mdegPoQhwCgi_qfvtDccfCwBiOQNrTwzbYbZaMwE7SF3PGS74zQP4zsxjvc5ANoa7w5ljo/s200/Prestage--second+half.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385401769600905970" border="0" /></a> I'll be doing that in a few weeks too.<br /><br />Life here has been good, been having some fun times and seeing interesting things. We took a trip to Vannes last weekend which was nice. It's a port city in Brittany, very beautiful and historical. We got to take a ferryboat to a little island and eat crepes and everything. =] We even saw a pirate ship! Here's a little collage of pictures from on the boat and on the island.<br /><br />A couple nights ago, before I fell ill, a small group of us went to a hookah bar. It was small and very nice, cheap, and was playing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeoNj61yYeGgjW1m7bt1gdLvABDlnsbCTa937F564oXMe94Y9VqtzTNdshpjf6KTttS4IoqGW1DRvU7GTLskdgjlbNRK5FmrtGkYyMz5jL50SKw4XFLtyrFvpkzYJ6L7Tya6XpcDx69ac/s1600-h/IMGP3261.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeoNj61yYeGgjW1m7bt1gdLvABDlnsbCTa937F564oXMe94Y9VqtzTNdshpjf6KTttS4IoqGW1DRvU7GTLskdgjlbNRK5FmrtGkYyMz5jL50SKw4XFLtyrFvpkzYJ6L7Tya6XpcDx69ac/s200/IMGP3261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385401156238725634" border="0" /></a> Indian music which was great and made me miss Shelly hehee. Mostly it was just very chill, no alcohol allowed or anything. I was a fan. But all I wanted was coffee with my hookah, and they didn't have it, so maybe next time I'll bring in my own or something, hehee.<br /><br />Ok well I'm going to nap now, try to rest up a bit and get better. Yesteday I got home from class around 2 and just slept and slept. Felt really nice. I even found a link for House so I was ecstatic to be able to watch it. Most sites with videos on them don't work in Europe, so I've been a tiny bit deprived, but I'm all happy again. =] Bisous.Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-23775448538887568522009-09-14T11:53:00.000-07:002009-09-14T12:36:00.822-07:00Excursion PicturesOk here are two<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> collages from excursions I've been to. Click on them to make them bigger.<br /><br />The first is from L'Anjou Troglodytique village we visited. It was inhabited until the 1980s! People dug out the houses because of the better climate and because it was cheaper--you could repay the people you hired to dig it out by selling the dirt. The never got more then 10 or 12 meters deep so that there could be enough sunlight, and some of them were really just too adorable. We had lots of fun running around the labyrinthine village and picking which houses we ours, etc. They weren't all houses either--they had stables, communal eating areas, and even a huge gathering hall they used as a church!</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbx5w9SFp52Xh4H_ozPR6P6X6z4DxnF0J0dlfRwb4JZzf97wXOXSQ0CRTAm7UtndocPhf9tHyvN2jxZ5BPSeuhV5p-Fo9cocKNCG5uq2j0gIeALCQH2-4rL4ugNuf11cwcx56A41wA_es/s1600-h/FRANCE,+the+beginning.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbx5w9SFp52Xh4H_ozPR6P6X6z4DxnF0J0dlfRwb4JZzf97wXOXSQ0CRTAm7UtndocPhf9tHyvN2jxZ5BPSeuhV5p-Fo9cocKNCG5uq2j0gIeALCQH2-4rL4ugNuf11cwcx56A41wA_es/s320/FRANCE,+the+beginning.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is from Puy de Fou, look on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puy_du_Fou">Wiki </a>about it (what I went to is at the bottom under the Cinescenie heading). I actually went a few weekends ago but only got time to put it up now. It was an incredible show that went through almost a millennium of history of the region, with different acts for each period in time, such as medieval jousting, Renaissance dancing, revolutionary war battles, and even up to World War II. They did amazing things with live animals, lights, and sound--the stained glass windows in the pictures are huge fountains with light being shined on them. The entire show was in French but there wasn't THAT much speaking, it was more a show for the eyes, and it really was amazing. It happens each weekend after sunset during the summer, and each showing attracts about 14,000 people. Wow. It's put together by the town of Puy du Fou, and almost the entire village participates. My monitrice sat next to me and said she is normally in it each weekend! She pointed out the dances she was a part of. Very cool. (photo credit to my friend Matt M. for some of these.)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4csI4WT1NdqfIvnaiQm2sTFJmH12q72uFDHtH9Mrs_-VXhETgIbIKSzSFNJRPOgDxLiMM5jsAjodT_eiQRK5LFFX10_UGRelkyE-MjMM6MCBKSbOWiu79JyGjqDqqRUm_A5hGoNqy2_Q/s1600-h/FRANCE,+the+beginning1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4csI4WT1NdqfIvnaiQm2sTFJmH12q72uFDHtH9Mrs_-VXhETgIbIKSzSFNJRPOgDxLiMM5jsAjodT_eiQRK5LFFX10_UGRelkyE-MjMM6MCBKSbOWiu79JyGjqDqqRUm_A5hGoNqy2_Q/s320/FRANCE,+the+beginning1.jpg" border="0" /></a><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-22515443050806422452009-09-13T04:19:00.000-07:002009-09-25T07:11:36.284-07:00fun weekendThis weekend was and continues to be a busy one, and I just found out that I have to write two papers for something back at ND asap, so the next update might not be for a little while, but rest assured I have some great photos so you'll enjoy it when it comes.<br />This weekend was really just fabulous. We took a field trip on Friday to these dug-out cave villages, got a tour of a cave winery (including some wine tasting of course), saw the view and got to take pictures in front of the tallest chateau in France (seven stories), and ate dinner in a cave restaurant. It was, needless to say, amazing. And this weekend there is this huge festival going on in Angers called Accroche-Coeurs, (with some accents on there somewhere,) that's a festival of Angels vs Demons. It's very French and therefore somewhat creepy, but also very cool. Weird costumes and thing going on all over the place. So pictures will come. But tata for now.Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-5066390069069008602009-09-08T08:01:00.000-07:002009-09-08T15:07:01.965-07:00my bike, French movies, and moreSo this week got off to a good start when last night les monitrices, who are the 10 French college students (all girls) who teach some of our classes, set up a soirèe for us to go out to bar. Thanks to my new BIKE I was actually able to go, so I met some friends at the Catho and we all walked to this really nice and really expensive bar. It had Caipirinhas though! So I was sitting outside sipping on that as this foreign looking guy wearing a Ronaldinho #10 Brasil jersey walked up and joined the group. So naturally I awkwardly stared at him for a while and then pointed to his shirt and mumbled something about liking it, not sure of what languages he spoke. Well in the end he ended up being Brasilian, so then I got to talk the rest of the night in Portuguese! It was fun for sure. Well not the rest of the night actually, after a while my friends and I left the expensive bar and went to one on the designated "student street" which was a lot cheaper, where I socialized with lots of French <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXLlOCs2DSUG7HCWIgQE2j0sOaCjBdlKFOBxlOo4ASFS4S_F6oo-TYdil9Io9umLQ1WwAzRE9zz06ASIGPuOhM_OnNspEzATaiw0ZHvKjN6wEBDp1j7pifti_RUIczzwLZnGBFkU4wv6o/s1600-h/IMGP2893.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXLlOCs2DSUG7HCWIgQE2j0sOaCjBdlKFOBxlOo4ASFS4S_F6oo-TYdil9Io9umLQ1WwAzRE9zz06ASIGPuOhM_OnNspEzATaiw0ZHvKjN6wEBDp1j7pifti_RUIczzwLZnGBFkU4wv6o/s200/IMGP2893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379220301818673794" border="0" /></a>guys, speaking French to them, and they English to me. So it was a good night for languages.<br /><br />Riding my bike is definitely a fun experience. It's a little bit scary, not gonna lie, because I have to ride on the road; I could get a $90 ticket for riding on the sidewalk. The European roads almost always have parallel parking on one side of the road, so add that to cars going both directions, and you have problems for bikes. Luckily people are constantly riding bikes here--it's almost always faster than driving the winding, narrow streets--so drivers are used to it<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaerfxb00DVBemz94vakLdLFm6eTuaZX0ToryOnmQQMvTGrb8v3yUokM1DSIR8M-9JjcW4mIs9vhyphenhyphen39lsLlqabNYFI_8TeQFYoAHKnik0UFJ9pQfeLEFPvO1xoWfTePZSJXRq6eskBnRs/s1600-h/IMGP2892.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaerfxb00DVBemz94vakLdLFm6eTuaZX0ToryOnmQQMvTGrb8v3yUokM1DSIR8M-9JjcW4mIs9vhyphenhyphen39lsLlqabNYFI_8TeQFYoAHKnik0UFJ9pQfeLEFPvO1xoWfTePZSJXRq6eskBnRs/s200/IMGP2892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379215644141763522" border="0" /></a>. Mostly. It's fine really, except the roundabouts scare me, but lucky on the way to school I only have to deal with one, so it's fine. Plus it's not like traffic is heavy here; on the way home today I think only about 3 cars passed behind me the whole time. Going the other direction there were lots, but who cares about them? Hehee. Oh, and here are some pictures now, of the bike. =]<br /><br />Today I watched <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116581/">a French movie</a>. Lots of you may know, I'm not one to cry at movies... but I cried during this entire movie. It's really quite beautiful and poignant. Really, really, go find it and watch it. We watched part of it in class and then my teacher said he'd lend it out to who wanted it, and I was the first to raise my hand. =] My host family was ecstatic I was going to watch it; it's very famous here. From the outside, the plot looks somewhat formulaic, but it's really very beautifully done. Of course it's French, so you'll have to read subtitles, and there are a few weird motifs, but really, go rent it. You won't regret it.<br /><br />For dinner today<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK49VuUXGsu5_D5Xh0aw9IwIHxpfPaPSsz3ii9G7OYd4_LLv0mKGIhwHyAqTK3LgeNwIdumAwLYgjKhwH5e7sZRW-uSNqh6B_5302fNXGGJJA6Fzr8_KXqfVOHO30WrFx8itj2dqPsbFc/s1600-h/IMGP2888.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 103px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK49VuUXGsu5_D5Xh0aw9IwIHxpfPaPSsz3ii9G7OYd4_LLv0mKGIhwHyAqTK3LgeNwIdumAwLYgjKhwH5e7sZRW-uSNqh6B_5302fNXGGJJA6Fzr8_KXqfVOHO30WrFx8itj2dqPsbFc/s200/IMGP2888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379218637421893874" border="0" /></a> we went and sat on the steps of the Cathedral that I posted pictures of a few days ago. Here's what that looked like for you. I wish you could see more detail in the picture, but it's a photo, so you can't. I felt very much like a study abroad student, hehe, there were 6 of us in the group eating cheap paninis for dinner, sitting on the steps below a cathedral and looking at this gorgeous view, with these typical French people and houses all around. It was nice. Like, really nice.Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-69047121529607894672009-09-06T09:44:00.000-07:002009-09-06T09:55:31.652-07:00mon dimanche et le CathoToday is Sunday and I've had a nice quiet day with the host family. I woke up late and read for a bit and as I was downstairs brushing my teeth I heard my host mom calling for me. I walked outside to see that my host dad had come home with a bike for me!! They used to have one for their students but last year it somehow got destroyed, and they realized that the free bike program in Angers was a headache (to qualify I had to get a bank account and to get a bank account I had to have all these documents etc. I had been working on it for a while and was going to try to go on Monday to the bank.) so they just decided to buy one for me! It was a really nice surprise, and Andre spent an hour or so after that working on it for me, because he had gotten it at a flea market sort of place and it needed a bit of tuning. It's very European with the high handlebars and thin little city tires, etc. I'll take a picture of it sometime to show you, it's dark blue with white accents, and it makes me happy.<br />Afterward he and I drove to pick up Lucie at her friend's house which is in a suburb of Angers and he explained to me how one of the biggest psychiatric hospitals in the region was located there, as well as a bunch of farms that grow flowers to sell. We had lunch outside around 3, which was as always just amazing, and then they helped me with my grammar homework sitting out in the sun as my laundry dried. =] It's been a good day. Everyone else is out on an excursion today (I opted out of because we could pick 2 of the 4 offered and the others looked more interesting to me, which you'll be hearing about later.) but as it turns out staying behind wasn't an issue at all, and I practiced a lot more French than anyone else did today, hehe.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgckQ507uZ534H8daOZHjomNb9NOblliq9AWoLZ-ON9GXX0kA64tRlgM9Jza_OTDalnXj7XrxokJd_vtVEuHokTyI-E2wnjXhUwPS0QfH6jog8OchSgtOStIxqp0PbjSPBKF9YUqPdr73s/s1600-h/IMGP2863.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgckQ507uZ534H8daOZHjomNb9NOblliq9AWoLZ-ON9GXX0kA64tRlgM9Jza_OTDalnXj7XrxokJd_vtVEuHokTyI-E2wnjXhUwPS0QfH6jog8OchSgtOStIxqp0PbjSPBKF9YUqPdr73s/s320/IMGP2863.JPG" border="0" /></a> Okay so here are some more daily life photos for you. At the Catho (cat-oh) Notre Dame students get special treatment because our program has been going on for over 4o years (we're SUNDEF 44, that's the name of the ND program, don't ask me what it stands for.) so we have this cute little computer lab just for us. We all have swipe cards to get into it, and I have a feeling I'll be making good use of it. It's just nice knowing there is a locked room that I can drop stuff off in whenever I want, and go pick it up later with complete confidence it'll still be there. Haha. Plus it's on the 6th floor of the building, so the view is definitely nice. Which brings me to my next photo....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiznUhnx_vjynzOAQovs9BftflIMvbfttEngSbleVfc6Akr_Nhl5Dh0V6f0gD_zIzkDoB7l9HrJUZ6wFsSzW5YdeaaXn4Z-iPcdhq1sEPjsGb2DDx-Ea7DSFcbtw6tvQkTOH8xIQJq2zxw/s1600-h/IMGP2868.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiznUhnx_vjynzOAQovs9BftflIMvbfttEngSbleVfc6Akr_Nhl5Dh0V6f0gD_zIzkDoB7l9HrJUZ6wFsSzW5YdeaaXn4Z-iPcdhq1sEPjsGb2DDx-Ea7DSFcbtw6tvQkTOH8xIQJq2zxw/s320/IMGP2868.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is a glimpse of campus as seen from the computer lab.The main building with the little dome thing-y is currently under renovation, so we don't get to use it at all. =[ Apparently in 2 years CIDEF will be stationed there, which is pretty much just completely unfair. The building I was in as I took this picture is almost as ugly as a building can get on the outside, and thus I probably won't be posting pictures of it. The building on the right is another campus building that houses both the nurse and the dining hall. We get to eat lunch there everyday right now for free, but once real classes begin in October, we just get a once-a-week meal there. The food is amazing and lunch is always served in courses, which is fabulously French.<div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-46663907078206924922009-09-05T16:19:00.000-07:002009-09-05T16:31:37.545-07:00and a few more<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRnuF-B3tfAjsFCxdL7CguwDHvlxeog75fO69eyayPM-cqLrnqvnB93qP8VcYy-SDXzqqJOpmIZvW6FZetANJxEE1pN7xnzixYNUr2pa_ADlLuX9wD3GEULBWJgXhg80rS89dwnvfzhD0/s1600-h/IMGP2799.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRnuF-B3tfAjsFCxdL7CguwDHvlxeog75fO69eyayPM-cqLrnqvnB93qP8VcYy-SDXzqqJOpmIZvW6FZetANJxEE1pN7xnzixYNUr2pa_ADlLuX9wD3GEULBWJgXhg80rS89dwnvfzhD0/s320/IMGP2799.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Well apparently you only can put up 4 pictures at a time. So continuing from the last post, here's the view from my bedroom window. It's nothing amazingly spectacular but the house across the street is really rather adorable and European.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDEHcIcTTXE73snUCnjlQB3-LJJM9Jrrks8pA3hcysBphcwpr53SwfXpfRYAB8YvpVeXJYwLiFDpCcxenEx9h_aLqEiNqw6k1zqhUkmHfGf5DQkIR9csQ9M9UPuxgazUrO-skmUVCW2QQ/s1600-h/IMGP2807.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDEHcIcTTXE73snUCnjlQB3-LJJM9Jrrks8pA3hcysBphcwpr53SwfXpfRYAB8YvpVeXJYwLiFDpCcxenEx9h_aLqEiNqw6k1zqhUkmHfGf5DQkIR9csQ9M9UPuxgazUrO-skmUVCW2QQ/s320/IMGP2807.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhduSkveaJo5IXVpKDi6_6LnEPlQL_fT42Z6khMJmAP5TUkbdEx1VwLTTRxg7Z3o34abx9TmljOjgWbtM4IGRVv45IpQZmnSFoIt1jNFHZJu1r435XKEpZSkpXCZpFRBeZagr6bFO__Kz0/s1600-h/IMGP2812.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhduSkveaJo5IXVpKDi6_6LnEPlQL_fT42Z6khMJmAP5TUkbdEx1VwLTTRxg7Z3o34abx9TmljOjgWbtM4IGRVv45IpQZmnSFoIt1jNFHZJu1r435XKEpZSkpXCZpFRBeZagr6bFO__Kz0/s320/IMGP2812.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh342MUGJ7BGtYBr8Z-CLdPohx3Og2CrHESipzKU2ONE6zd8A0fjGGbwhZMMxoLTYkNU2cC8VJdJVcHxE-LZCbLtHLUMxPf1fpL05wb4xxG13Vxjx549EpoWsNDZ9Rr5KfgmOlzCY55kFU/s1600-h/IMGP2824.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh342MUGJ7BGtYBr8Z-CLdPohx3Og2CrHESipzKU2ONE6zd8A0fjGGbwhZMMxoLTYkNU2cC8VJdJVcHxE-LZCbLtHLUMxPf1fpL05wb4xxG13Vxjx549EpoWsNDZ9Rr5KfgmOlzCY55kFU/s320/IMGP2824.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The first day we were here, PMcD, the nickname for our program director, took us on a walking tour of the city. It was nice to get a feel for the non-grid European layout of the city. We went to see this huge old church in the old "centre ville," I don't think I ever caught its name, but it was pretty.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Holding up the choir loft and the organ were some really intense mythological looking half clothed men. So, naturally, I had to take a picture of them. They were really rather giant, not that you can tell.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sorry for the lack of photos, but I hate being touristy and whipping out the camera at the sight of anything not completely American looking. I'll be living here for a year so I'm just taking it all in right now and will be taking pictures later. =]<div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-6208024706462663262009-09-05T16:09:00.000-07:002009-09-05T16:12:35.266-07:00picture timeSo here are some of the pictures I promised. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuz_dUa8QmQcyiidFfKu3kY106469sALL1SnKvzo36_Kj4ydLbvTXmFT5qH4SV6DwVJ8o06YRKRKcMAzqH8syQ8uh9UpPw38cKZ_awXV8wjG8mruNuGw4xKt0EIx_KsWt8QY1wiMrXikM/s1600-h/IMGP2790.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuz_dUa8QmQcyiidFfKu3kY106469sALL1SnKvzo36_Kj4ydLbvTXmFT5qH4SV6DwVJ8o06YRKRKcMAzqH8syQ8uh9UpPw38cKZ_awXV8wjG8mruNuGw4xKt0EIx_KsWt8QY1wiMrXikM/s320/IMGP2790.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here's my bedroom, with a very funny computer chair and really gorgeous floors.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSebMTbNc9uCGc6aCMxloPJaaOBNgsCSJOFR3VvlmEK-lRrr0P9dnq7CLHT3PFvoCQX72IXFpU5z5b3ZWFAW8XrUxPkS9nPJ6yJkSJFWGk-qs5-J6-HBCIEaT_Ak54g6-LJ-44Ok5lrh0/s1600-h/IMGP2792.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSebMTbNc9uCGc6aCMxloPJaaOBNgsCSJOFR3VvlmEK-lRrr0P9dnq7CLHT3PFvoCQX72IXFpU5z5b3ZWFAW8XrUxPkS9nPJ6yJkSJFWGk-qs5-J6-HBCIEaT_Ak54g6-LJ-44Ok5lrh0/s320/IMGP2792.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTt736ovczqWVi8iZKBj782BvkO4dNMcnCuNnIsDl5uhO-MQ0nhOQVszI6IN7On5LCkwKPV5ZBj4Y5j77UUi8ROZeT8Z_L5TApM9szECPPFYmHD2cfK62OLh7I-nef-Jlmx0ZkoRPOwRk/s1600-h/IMGP2794.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTt736ovczqWVi8iZKBj782BvkO4dNMcnCuNnIsDl5uhO-MQ0nhOQVszI6IN7On5LCkwKPV5ZBj4Y5j77UUi8ROZeT8Z_L5TApM9szECPPFYmHD2cfK62OLh7I-nef-Jlmx0ZkoRPOwRk/s320/IMGP2794.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXR6mUgYWQIVDRAj7q6s5ETu-FAdjolkffhjWnIG2z0NAiTqP3yRtWjA8fKFkOg_l4qw5e-tg74KXYb26nBteMcRNpl39A0bsSBg3IoFEB6_keAMSJwacCkCHJ9YCFdAd0xV2kxF2NjaA/s1600-h/IMGP2796.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; clear: both; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXR6mUgYWQIVDRAj7q6s5ETu-FAdjolkffhjWnIG2z0NAiTqP3yRtWjA8fKFkOg_l4qw5e-tg74KXYb26nBteMcRNpl39A0bsSBg3IoFEB6_keAMSJwacCkCHJ9YCFdAd0xV2kxF2NjaA/s320/IMGP2796.JPG" border="0" /></a> I love the pictures from the little sisters, they go up on the wall wherever in the world I am.<div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-20659973455216718092009-09-03T23:53:00.000-07:002009-09-03T23:56:22.089-07:00technical issuesSo I'm extremely frustrated with my computer currently, whiwh last night in some strange attempt to "repair" itself decided to erase all my programs and the password for the wireless, so now I'm sitting in our ND computer lab pecking away at a European keyboard before class. Haha. But hey the good news is once I get the web up and running again I'll have pictures for everyone! Woot. Ok class time.Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646544449308526165.post-81989102882246816192009-09-02T12:39:00.000-07:002009-09-02T14:33:38.645-07:00they really DON'T wear deodorant...couple more things:<br /><br />I was going to put up lots of pictures. But I think I left my camera cord in the US. Because I'm just that cool. So I'll look around here some more, but they may just have to wait. Boo me? Well yes.<br /><br />Oh funny story. I always was under the impression that the whole "French people don't wear deodorant!" thing was an American perpetuated stereotype. Well, on the plane, thanks to the gentleman next to me, I quite forcefully realized that, well, it is indeed a truth of the country. And, least I forget, whiffs in buses and crowded stores serve to remind me fairly often. I'm just grateful I have such a bad sense of smell, I can't imagine what it would be like otherwise....<br /><br />I just finished dinner with my host family, and they told me to write in the blog about how well I eat, and I do think it deserves mention. Real meals here for me are a bit erratic, and don't always happen when or where they should, or even at all, however when they do, they are well worth it. The food is simple, and in theory very similar to US food, but it's ridiculously better. Subtly flavorful, combined with wine that is just miles beyond anything I've had before, and followed by completely delicious locally made cheese, which in the US I don't really ever eat, the meals here are fantastic. I'm definitely lucky.Cláudiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14329887172477022422noreply@blogger.com2