So, when studying abroad, homesickness is an unavoidable, inevitable feeling. If you're overseas, you expect to miss your home and you assess how to get over that. Luckily, my homesickness has gotten MUCH better- I only got homesick once last week and it lasted about 15 minutes. However, something that I did not anticipate while being abroad is getting physically sick.
Getting some sort of cold or flu is also inevitable, but it wasn't something I thought about prior. Now, three days into my cold, I am learning what it's like to take care of myself and it's very different. Here are a few sick-girl struggles I've experienced.
1) Food - When I'm sick I want chicken noodle soup, hot tea, popsicles...food that isn't real food. I can't have popsicles because I don't have a freezer, so soup sounds easy right? Nope. I went to Monoprix to find something similar to Campbell's soup in a can and literally, soup comes in boxes. Boxes that need to be opened with scissors (which I don't have) so earlier today I found myself sawing open a box of chicken noodle soup with a butter knife while it splashed all over my desk...The struggle.
2) Meds - Okay, I brought what I thought was an entire pharmacy over from the states but apparently I did not think to pack any cold medicine. I tried to get some from the pharmacy today but when I was in town it was lunch hour so it was closed. Then I realized that even if I went in there and tried to find something, I'd have no idea what I was doing. My french vocab does not currently reach the over-the-counter meds category so I'd probably end up buying something totally wrong...
3) My "solutions" - Since I'm lacking medicines and proper sick-girl foods, I've been going vitamin crazy to try to fix myself. Like, a vitamin C tablet everyday and 2 gummy vitamins, fruits of every sort that I can get my hands on, "detox" teas, OH and I've drank an entire liter of orange juice TODAY. If I'm not better by tomorrow, it's apparent that I'm not lacking vitamins, so I must be dying.
I guess I have ebola. Goodbye cruel world.
Monday, October 20, 2014
Sunday, October 12, 2014
Three ways that France has improved my overall health
I've realized that my blog entry from last week seemed rather depressing (although I didn't mean for it to come off that way) so I thought that this week I'd talk about something very positive. Yes, something has been positively effected by France thus far and here it is-- My health.
First of all, what does "healthy" really mean? I used to always consider myself a healthy person because I mean, I don't have diabetes or cancer and I haven't had a heart attack (despite the numerous times that I've SWORN I was having one). However, looking back on how I used to feel everyday and comparing it to how I now feel everyday, I don't consider the "me" in the states to be very healthy. Some things I used to complain about everyday in the states are...basically everything listed in the Pepto Bismol song, plus extreme fatigue and headaches. In the past month I rarely have encountered these things. I will now explain how France has improved my health in three ways:
1) My Diet
Like stated above, I basically suffered from every gastrointestinal problem in the states. I used to think that was normal but it's definitely not. I have come to this realization with the help of my changed diet. You see, the food here is real food. The produce is locally grown. I feel like every dairy product I've bought has been organic (and I wasn't looking for organic). Your breads are baked fresh everyday and even when you want something sweet, you're still being healthier than in the states because they use REAL sugar here. The greatest part is that I don't even have to search for healthier options here because they are all healthy (in comparison to anything in the states). The reasoning behind this wonderful thing is that all GMO's are banned in France...actually the entire European union has banned GMO's. What is a GMO? A genetically modified organism, i.e: crops that are changed to enhance taste and quality...like the Flavr Savr tomato. Although they might taste good, they're not the best for you and in the US, cattle is fed with genetically modified produce which is passed to you through milk and beef. Even if you think you're escaping them, you're not. Therefore, I feel 100% healthier and I have the food here to thank for it.
2) My Physical Fitness
If you're a regular reader of my blog (LOL those don't exist) you'd know from earlier posts that I really had no intention of becoming "physically fit." I hate working out, and that is still very true today. However, I was basically forced into becoming active when I moved here because I have to walk everywhere, uphill. I walk at least three miles a day, probably more. I climbed a freaking mountain the other day AND participated in a 5K. No, I didn't run the whole thing because I'm not immortal but I did run a lot more of it than I could have prior. I remember the first week here, the walk up the hill to my dorm was like a living hell...but now it's nothing. I can feel my legs getting toner too, which is a super plus.
3) My Tolerance to Weather
Okay, this one isn't exactly health...unless you consider it mental health...but at home I could not last more than 20 minutes outside if it was over 75 degrees. I would be laying out by the pool with my friends and a few minutes later I would disappear into the air conditioning. I was always the biggest baby about heat but now living in the South of France where it's 80 degrees in October and no AC, I have become accustomed to it. Obviously I still don't prefer it to be hot outside, but at least now I can handle it. Plus I drink a lot more water here because if I didn't I'd get dehydrated, fast.
Yes, sometimes I miss late night Taco Bell and early morning Mcgriddles. I'm still human. Nonetheless, I'm a little afraid to go back to eating the way I did at home when I return and becoming once again a couch potato. I'm happy with the way I feel in France...like my body actually likes me. So thank you Aix-en-Provence for repairing my out of shape, fat-saturated body. Vive la France!
First of all, what does "healthy" really mean? I used to always consider myself a healthy person because I mean, I don't have diabetes or cancer and I haven't had a heart attack (despite the numerous times that I've SWORN I was having one). However, looking back on how I used to feel everyday and comparing it to how I now feel everyday, I don't consider the "me" in the states to be very healthy. Some things I used to complain about everyday in the states are...basically everything listed in the Pepto Bismol song, plus extreme fatigue and headaches. In the past month I rarely have encountered these things. I will now explain how France has improved my health in three ways:
1) My Diet
Like stated above, I basically suffered from every gastrointestinal problem in the states. I used to think that was normal but it's definitely not. I have come to this realization with the help of my changed diet. You see, the food here is real food. The produce is locally grown. I feel like every dairy product I've bought has been organic (and I wasn't looking for organic). Your breads are baked fresh everyday and even when you want something sweet, you're still being healthier than in the states because they use REAL sugar here. The greatest part is that I don't even have to search for healthier options here because they are all healthy (in comparison to anything in the states). The reasoning behind this wonderful thing is that all GMO's are banned in France...actually the entire European union has banned GMO's. What is a GMO? A genetically modified organism, i.e: crops that are changed to enhance taste and quality...like the Flavr Savr tomato. Although they might taste good, they're not the best for you and in the US, cattle is fed with genetically modified produce which is passed to you through milk and beef. Even if you think you're escaping them, you're not. Therefore, I feel 100% healthier and I have the food here to thank for it.
2) My Physical Fitness
If you're a regular reader of my blog (LOL those don't exist) you'd know from earlier posts that I really had no intention of becoming "physically fit." I hate working out, and that is still very true today. However, I was basically forced into becoming active when I moved here because I have to walk everywhere, uphill. I walk at least three miles a day, probably more. I climbed a freaking mountain the other day AND participated in a 5K. No, I didn't run the whole thing because I'm not immortal but I did run a lot more of it than I could have prior. I remember the first week here, the walk up the hill to my dorm was like a living hell...but now it's nothing. I can feel my legs getting toner too, which is a super plus.
3) My Tolerance to Weather
Okay, this one isn't exactly health...unless you consider it mental health...but at home I could not last more than 20 minutes outside if it was over 75 degrees. I would be laying out by the pool with my friends and a few minutes later I would disappear into the air conditioning. I was always the biggest baby about heat but now living in the South of France where it's 80 degrees in October and no AC, I have become accustomed to it. Obviously I still don't prefer it to be hot outside, but at least now I can handle it. Plus I drink a lot more water here because if I didn't I'd get dehydrated, fast.
Yes, sometimes I miss late night Taco Bell and early morning Mcgriddles. I'm still human. Nonetheless, I'm a little afraid to go back to eating the way I did at home when I return and becoming once again a couch potato. I'm happy with the way I feel in France...like my body actually likes me. So thank you Aix-en-Provence for repairing my out of shape, fat-saturated body. Vive la France!
Sunday, October 5, 2014
Dépaysement
While pondering over the many options I have to blog about this week, I could not find any particular interest in anything. You see, my brain has been distracted recently by all things negative. I don't mean to alarm anyone who is reading this; this is not a blog about depression or homesickness, or anything that could make someone worry about me. Honestly, I think what I'm going through is natural and is intensified by stressors such as lack of money or lack of companionship. There is a french word, dépaysemant, which basically means "the feeling that comes from not being in one's home country."
I personally think that the dépaysement that I'm experiencing is centered around change. I'm away from everyone and everything I've ever known. Nothing is the same. I live in a teeny tiny dorm lacking things that normally a person would need (like cleaning supplies, trashcans, a comforter on my bed). We have a kitchen but I have no pots and pans. I can't even cook easy frozen stuff because there is no freezer. I have to eat everything at my desk or on my bed because there are no chairs in the kitchen, and usually if I'm eating at home it's bread with cheese or jam or hummus. To even GET bread and cheese, I have to walk 30 minutes to a grocery store or a market and they close super early every night anyway.
The lack of food brings me to another point-- lack of money. I am forced to eat out everyday because there's no way to eat otherwise. Henceforth, I've already spent a very large portion of my money that I had saved for the entire year. I honestly have no idea how to make the money that I have last 8 more months. It looks very bleak and it stresses me out.
Other than those things, there are several other things here that are just very DIFFERENT and they are hard to get used to or make me feel out of place. For example, the entire city shutting down at noon on Sundays, public bathrooms costing you money to use them, the bus that sometimes just doesn't stop to pick you up, the lack of soap ANYWHERE (seriously, it's like they don't believe in washing their hands), the fact that coffee is only sold in shot glasses, guys and girls use the same restrooms in my school, and that there is literally no AC anywhere. I know what you're thinking, "Oh my gosh Zoë, you're being such a big baby. Those things are so unimportant." And I totally agree. However, it's these little things that make me feel displaced and make me realize how much I love the United States.
I really am lucky to be here and I'm very happy in Aix; I just have a hard time adjusting and I miss how easy and comfortable things are back at home.
I personally think that the dépaysement that I'm experiencing is centered around change. I'm away from everyone and everything I've ever known. Nothing is the same. I live in a teeny tiny dorm lacking things that normally a person would need (like cleaning supplies, trashcans, a comforter on my bed). We have a kitchen but I have no pots and pans. I can't even cook easy frozen stuff because there is no freezer. I have to eat everything at my desk or on my bed because there are no chairs in the kitchen, and usually if I'm eating at home it's bread with cheese or jam or hummus. To even GET bread and cheese, I have to walk 30 minutes to a grocery store or a market and they close super early every night anyway.
The lack of food brings me to another point-- lack of money. I am forced to eat out everyday because there's no way to eat otherwise. Henceforth, I've already spent a very large portion of my money that I had saved for the entire year. I honestly have no idea how to make the money that I have last 8 more months. It looks very bleak and it stresses me out.
Other than those things, there are several other things here that are just very DIFFERENT and they are hard to get used to or make me feel out of place. For example, the entire city shutting down at noon on Sundays, public bathrooms costing you money to use them, the bus that sometimes just doesn't stop to pick you up, the lack of soap ANYWHERE (seriously, it's like they don't believe in washing their hands), the fact that coffee is only sold in shot glasses, guys and girls use the same restrooms in my school, and that there is literally no AC anywhere. I know what you're thinking, "Oh my gosh Zoë, you're being such a big baby. Those things are so unimportant." And I totally agree. However, it's these little things that make me feel displaced and make me realize how much I love the United States.
I really am lucky to be here and I'm very happy in Aix; I just have a hard time adjusting and I miss how easy and comfortable things are back at home.
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Rude French People
This week's blog entry will be focused on debunking and finding truth out of a very common stereotype: All French people are rude.
I personally have no idea where this stereotype originated and I'm pretty sure that no one actually does. However this is one of the most familiar ways to categorize the French. First off, I'm not standing up for or bashing the French. I'm only shedding some light of reality on this unanswered cliché based on my experience.
I'll start with a few examples of what might give a foreigner the impression that all French people are rude.
1) You're not speaking French.
OR YOU'RE NOT GOOD AT FRENCH
French people are very proud of their language, like all countries are, I'd assume. Normally they will respect you or treat you nicely if you're speaking (or trying to speak) French with them. On the other hand, if you don't try at all, they'll treat you like an idiot. Also if you DO try, but you're not up to their standards, they'll just immediately switch to speaking English and talk to you like a child.
--This last part is something that seriously irritates me. Obviously I'm trying to speak your language. Humor me please. I'm still learning.
So one way to avoid a rude encounter with a French person is to speak fluent French. Good luck.
2) Restaurant service is not like it is in America.
In the states when you go to a restaurant you're immediately greeted by a hostess and taken to a table, all smiles. "Have a good meal! Your server will be right with you!" says the hostess. You look at your menu for about 3 minutes and soon after, your server appears. She/he is bubbly and excited to see you. "Hi my name is _____, welcome to ________! What can I get you to drink? *lists beverage options*" When you get your food, your server pops by the table every few minutes, "How's everything tasting?! Do you need anything?! Let me get you a refill!" Everything is done quickly, efficiently, and with the most positive attitude ever. The servers in America treat you like queens. What I've experience in France so far with restaurants is that a lot of the times you just seat yourself, the server takes a year to greet you, they never come by to see if you need ketchup or more water and they never separate checks. I understand that it's a culture thing and french people probably don't like to be bothered while they're eating. (Honestly, servers in the US can get pretty annoying when they ask you if everything is okay every 5 minutes) However, when you're used to service being the way it is at Red Lobster, you feel neglected at a French restaurant. This could easily give an American the impression that French people are rude. So keep in mind next time you come to France that the manager of the restaurant you're eating at is NOT going to stop by your table and tell you "happy anniversary" and you're never getting that refill you wanted.
--Hint: You don't tip a French server because it's always added to the bill. This is also probably why they aren't kissing your ass during your meal.
3) Any service in general is not a pleasant thing in France.
I'll start with an example. The bus station: I'm trying to get my car treize card so I can take the bus somewhere. My bus leaves in 40 minutes. You'd think that'd be enough time but in France it's not. I come to find out that there are 2 windows open out of the like, 6 or 8 windows. Meaning there are only two people working at the station and there's a line of people waiting to be helped that's running out the building. Naturally, I'm late for my bus and the worker behind the window hates her life because of how busy she is. This scenario is literally everywhere. Therefore, most people working behind a counter are usually quite rude to customers because they're downright cranky. Honestly I don't understand why they can't just let more people work at one time but whatever. So don't expect a lovely experience when you're at the grocery store, or when you're trying to update your bus pass.
--If you happen to show up at a time where there are barely any other customers there, chances are you'll get great service. They're not always crabby.
In conclusion-
So there you have it: Three things I've noticed that could give the impression to a foreigner that French people are rude. However, they really aren't bad. Every stranger I pass says "Bonjour!" and smiles at me. Every time I enter a store or pass a stand at the market, I'm greeted just the same. I've found that French people are actually quite friendly. In the states, if I said hello to every person I passed on the street, I'd be looked at like I'm nuts. So honestly, it all depends on what French people you've encountered. I've had quite a few bad experiences with French people, but it doesn't make me believe that ALL the french are unpleasant. You can't categorize a whole country based on a few bad memories...and that goes for every country, not just France.
I personally have no idea where this stereotype originated and I'm pretty sure that no one actually does. However this is one of the most familiar ways to categorize the French. First off, I'm not standing up for or bashing the French. I'm only shedding some light of reality on this unanswered cliché based on my experience.
I'll start with a few examples of what might give a foreigner the impression that all French people are rude.
1) You're not speaking French.
OR YOU'RE NOT GOOD AT FRENCH
French people are very proud of their language, like all countries are, I'd assume. Normally they will respect you or treat you nicely if you're speaking (or trying to speak) French with them. On the other hand, if you don't try at all, they'll treat you like an idiot. Also if you DO try, but you're not up to their standards, they'll just immediately switch to speaking English and talk to you like a child.
--This last part is something that seriously irritates me. Obviously I'm trying to speak your language. Humor me please. I'm still learning.
So one way to avoid a rude encounter with a French person is to speak fluent French. Good luck.
2) Restaurant service is not like it is in America.
In the states when you go to a restaurant you're immediately greeted by a hostess and taken to a table, all smiles. "Have a good meal! Your server will be right with you!" says the hostess. You look at your menu for about 3 minutes and soon after, your server appears. She/he is bubbly and excited to see you. "Hi my name is _____, welcome to ________! What can I get you to drink? *lists beverage options*" When you get your food, your server pops by the table every few minutes, "How's everything tasting?! Do you need anything?! Let me get you a refill!" Everything is done quickly, efficiently, and with the most positive attitude ever. The servers in America treat you like queens. What I've experience in France so far with restaurants is that a lot of the times you just seat yourself, the server takes a year to greet you, they never come by to see if you need ketchup or more water and they never separate checks. I understand that it's a culture thing and french people probably don't like to be bothered while they're eating. (Honestly, servers in the US can get pretty annoying when they ask you if everything is okay every 5 minutes) However, when you're used to service being the way it is at Red Lobster, you feel neglected at a French restaurant. This could easily give an American the impression that French people are rude. So keep in mind next time you come to France that the manager of the restaurant you're eating at is NOT going to stop by your table and tell you "happy anniversary" and you're never getting that refill you wanted.
--Hint: You don't tip a French server because it's always added to the bill. This is also probably why they aren't kissing your ass during your meal.
3) Any service in general is not a pleasant thing in France.
I'll start with an example. The bus station: I'm trying to get my car treize card so I can take the bus somewhere. My bus leaves in 40 minutes. You'd think that'd be enough time but in France it's not. I come to find out that there are 2 windows open out of the like, 6 or 8 windows. Meaning there are only two people working at the station and there's a line of people waiting to be helped that's running out the building. Naturally, I'm late for my bus and the worker behind the window hates her life because of how busy she is. This scenario is literally everywhere. Therefore, most people working behind a counter are usually quite rude to customers because they're downright cranky. Honestly I don't understand why they can't just let more people work at one time but whatever. So don't expect a lovely experience when you're at the grocery store, or when you're trying to update your bus pass.
--If you happen to show up at a time where there are barely any other customers there, chances are you'll get great service. They're not always crabby.
In conclusion-
So there you have it: Three things I've noticed that could give the impression to a foreigner that French people are rude. However, they really aren't bad. Every stranger I pass says "Bonjour!" and smiles at me. Every time I enter a store or pass a stand at the market, I'm greeted just the same. I've found that French people are actually quite friendly. In the states, if I said hello to every person I passed on the street, I'd be looked at like I'm nuts. So honestly, it all depends on what French people you've encountered. I've had quite a few bad experiences with French people, but it doesn't make me believe that ALL the french are unpleasant. You can't categorize a whole country based on a few bad memories...and that goes for every country, not just France.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
The Wolf Pack
The second week of my study abroad adventure is over. It's crazy how quickly the days pass!! Well, on one hand it feels like I've been here for months but on the other hand it's as if I blinked and two weeks went by.
This week I went to classes and chose which electives I wanted to take. After the placement testing I was placed in level B2+, which is apparently very advanced. I didn't realize how advanced my level was until I started classes and learned that three of my fellow classmates are former French teachers. YEA. There are THREE Madame Query's taking my class with me. A few other students in my level have been living in France for several years; My friend Sarah and I are the youngest students. Obviously, the language classes are terrifying. I do not feel like I belong in such an advanced level, but that's where I was placed so I feel like I'm probably supposed to be there, right? I can understand the majority of everything, I just can't respond quick enough with the right words. We'll see how next week goes.
Other than classes, I've had another week of culture and bliss. I don't have classes on Fridays, so this past Thursday night I went out with a group of friends. There was a club reserved for the Fac de Lettres (my campus) so we got cheap tickets to get in. Oh, before the club (which was exactly what you expect: bright lights, loud music, french DJ yelling into a microphone every ten minutes) we all went to this bar that sells shots that are lit on fire. I don't even know what alcohol was in it but there was a lemon on top with honey and burnt sugar and you drink it through a straw. That was pretty cool...it was a fun night. Friday night since we were so exhausted we just went to the movie theatre- Le Cezanne- and saw Qu'est ce qu'on a fait au Bon Dieu. The film wasn't too great but it was a relaxed way to take in more culture so, it was a good time.
Saturday we climbed Saint Victoire! We see this mountain everyday from our dorm and now we can look at it and say, "I was on top of that mountain." We came, we saw, we conquered. I actually enjoyed hiking a lot more than I expected. I know, everyone back at home is shocked that I would ever do that. Trust me, I'm shocked too. Seeing my city and the surrounding area was such a beautiful experience though and it was worth all the sweat.
Today Matt and I went down to the produce market and I bought the best grapes I've ever tasted (grown in Provence, of course) and goat cheese with the herbs of Provence, along with other delicious foods. I'm in food heaven.
As far as new foods/drinks for the week I've had a crêpe stuffed with spinach, mushroom and cheese, a chicken sandwich with peppers, onions and french fries, a salmon and spinach quiche, chocolate croissants and 3 different interesting beers: Picon, Grimbergen, and Grimm Rouge.
I've noticed here that the food portions are outrageous. Everyone remarks on how much food you get in the states but I've never been able to completely finish a meal I buy here. It's not a bad thing, but I feel so very wasteful!!
However, I feel comfortable here now. I know where I'm going (most of time), I'm not terrified of ordering at a restaurant, and I can get handle the high temperatures. Just wish me luck with my terrifying advanced level courses. Here's to another week.
This week I went to classes and chose which electives I wanted to take. After the placement testing I was placed in level B2+, which is apparently very advanced. I didn't realize how advanced my level was until I started classes and learned that three of my fellow classmates are former French teachers. YEA. There are THREE Madame Query's taking my class with me. A few other students in my level have been living in France for several years; My friend Sarah and I are the youngest students. Obviously, the language classes are terrifying. I do not feel like I belong in such an advanced level, but that's where I was placed so I feel like I'm probably supposed to be there, right? I can understand the majority of everything, I just can't respond quick enough with the right words. We'll see how next week goes.
Other than classes, I've had another week of culture and bliss. I don't have classes on Fridays, so this past Thursday night I went out with a group of friends. There was a club reserved for the Fac de Lettres (my campus) so we got cheap tickets to get in. Oh, before the club (which was exactly what you expect: bright lights, loud music, french DJ yelling into a microphone every ten minutes) we all went to this bar that sells shots that are lit on fire. I don't even know what alcohol was in it but there was a lemon on top with honey and burnt sugar and you drink it through a straw. That was pretty cool...it was a fun night. Friday night since we were so exhausted we just went to the movie theatre- Le Cezanne- and saw Qu'est ce qu'on a fait au Bon Dieu. The film wasn't too great but it was a relaxed way to take in more culture so, it was a good time.
Saturday we climbed Saint Victoire! We see this mountain everyday from our dorm and now we can look at it and say, "I was on top of that mountain." We came, we saw, we conquered. I actually enjoyed hiking a lot more than I expected. I know, everyone back at home is shocked that I would ever do that. Trust me, I'm shocked too. Seeing my city and the surrounding area was such a beautiful experience though and it was worth all the sweat.
Today Matt and I went down to the produce market and I bought the best grapes I've ever tasted (grown in Provence, of course) and goat cheese with the herbs of Provence, along with other delicious foods. I'm in food heaven.
As far as new foods/drinks for the week I've had a crêpe stuffed with spinach, mushroom and cheese, a chicken sandwich with peppers, onions and french fries, a salmon and spinach quiche, chocolate croissants and 3 different interesting beers: Picon, Grimbergen, and Grimm Rouge.
I've noticed here that the food portions are outrageous. Everyone remarks on how much food you get in the states but I've never been able to completely finish a meal I buy here. It's not a bad thing, but I feel so very wasteful!!
However, I feel comfortable here now. I know where I'm going (most of time), I'm not terrified of ordering at a restaurant, and I can get handle the high temperatures. Just wish me luck with my terrifying advanced level courses. Here's to another week.
Sunday, September 14, 2014
"Say something in French!"... "Quelque chose en français"
I have completed my first week here in Aix-en-Provence and I've got to say, it's much better than I anticipated.
The first day here was absolutely exhausting. As soon as I got off the plane I was harassed by the girls who picked me up to speak french. Then when I tried to, they criticized me, in french, right next to me! They didn't realize how long I'd been studying the language because I understood every word they said. I heard them loud and clear; so I quit talking. When I arrived at my dorm I had a small mental breakdown because my suitcases were so large and my room is so small and I was SO hot and sweaty that I couldn't think straight and so I just took a cold shower, stepped over my suitcases, dug through my luggage for clothes, and laid down and just cried. Obviously I was only overwhelmed but I just kept thinking, "I hate this place, I hate this cramped, sweaty, dirty place. (dirty referring to the dirt road that leads up to my dorm) Eventually I calmed down and unpacked and felt 80% better, but then just lonely and sad so I took about an hour and a half nap when I had a knock on my door. It was a friend of mine that I met at the Embassy, inviting me to go get a drink! It was in that moment that I realized that nothing is ever as bad as it seems and you can't ever be as truly alone as you feel. (Side note: I ordered my very first legal alcoholic beverage that night- a mojito. I felt très cool.)
As the days went by this week, I got more and more used to the heat, used to walking up and down hills, and used to having absolutely no food in my dorm because the grocery store is a twenty minute walk away and everything costs un bras et une jambe. I literally eat bread and cheese continuously throughout the day.
However, I will speak of the delicious foods that I have gotten to eat thus far. For starters, there's a cheap food stand down the road (sort of) from my dorm that I've bought excellent sandwiches from. One being Mozzarella cheese with egg and tomato, and another being goat cheese with balsamic and tomato and spinach. Both of these being on a whole baguette. See what I mean about the bread and cheese thing? But who can complain? Another great thing I've eaten was a pork paté made in Corsica. I swear to you it was like something I couldn't explain. So amazing, now I'm craving...no rhyme intended. Another thing- myself and two friends went to a nice restaurant Friday night and got croque-madames and croque-parisiens. The croque-parisien had ham, tomato, mozzarella cheese, and pesto. My mouth is watering thinking about it! Oh my goodness. One thing I'm slightly disappointed in is the pizza here. I haven't found a pizza that I liked much here yet.
Another question I will approach is, "Do you drink a lot of alcohol there?" The answer really depends on your view of "a lot." Yes, I have a drink a day; whether it's a glass of wine or beer or a yummy mixed drink, hell yes I do. There are a few very cheap bars around here that I take advantage of. You can get a glass of rosé for a Euro and a bottle of 1664 for 2. It's a great place, Aix-en-Provence.
As far as traveling, I have only left Aix once thus far. I visited a small town named Ciotat and relaxed on the beach at the Mediterranean coast. It's seriously SO beautiful. I feel so lucky to be surrounded by such beauty. Even the topless sun bathers are beautiful. You know, you'd expect it to be kind of gross or distracting, but it's beautiful!
This country is rather...different, and there are a few things I don't like too well, but all in all I can't get over the beauty.
The first day here was absolutely exhausting. As soon as I got off the plane I was harassed by the girls who picked me up to speak french. Then when I tried to, they criticized me, in french, right next to me! They didn't realize how long I'd been studying the language because I understood every word they said. I heard them loud and clear; so I quit talking. When I arrived at my dorm I had a small mental breakdown because my suitcases were so large and my room is so small and I was SO hot and sweaty that I couldn't think straight and so I just took a cold shower, stepped over my suitcases, dug through my luggage for clothes, and laid down and just cried. Obviously I was only overwhelmed but I just kept thinking, "I hate this place, I hate this cramped, sweaty, dirty place. (dirty referring to the dirt road that leads up to my dorm) Eventually I calmed down and unpacked and felt 80% better, but then just lonely and sad so I took about an hour and a half nap when I had a knock on my door. It was a friend of mine that I met at the Embassy, inviting me to go get a drink! It was in that moment that I realized that nothing is ever as bad as it seems and you can't ever be as truly alone as you feel. (Side note: I ordered my very first legal alcoholic beverage that night- a mojito. I felt très cool.)
As the days went by this week, I got more and more used to the heat, used to walking up and down hills, and used to having absolutely no food in my dorm because the grocery store is a twenty minute walk away and everything costs un bras et une jambe. I literally eat bread and cheese continuously throughout the day.
However, I will speak of the delicious foods that I have gotten to eat thus far. For starters, there's a cheap food stand down the road (sort of) from my dorm that I've bought excellent sandwiches from. One being Mozzarella cheese with egg and tomato, and another being goat cheese with balsamic and tomato and spinach. Both of these being on a whole baguette. See what I mean about the bread and cheese thing? But who can complain? Another great thing I've eaten was a pork paté made in Corsica. I swear to you it was like something I couldn't explain. So amazing, now I'm craving...no rhyme intended. Another thing- myself and two friends went to a nice restaurant Friday night and got croque-madames and croque-parisiens. The croque-parisien had ham, tomato, mozzarella cheese, and pesto. My mouth is watering thinking about it! Oh my goodness. One thing I'm slightly disappointed in is the pizza here. I haven't found a pizza that I liked much here yet.
Another question I will approach is, "Do you drink a lot of alcohol there?" The answer really depends on your view of "a lot." Yes, I have a drink a day; whether it's a glass of wine or beer or a yummy mixed drink, hell yes I do. There are a few very cheap bars around here that I take advantage of. You can get a glass of rosé for a Euro and a bottle of 1664 for 2. It's a great place, Aix-en-Provence.
As far as traveling, I have only left Aix once thus far. I visited a small town named Ciotat and relaxed on the beach at the Mediterranean coast. It's seriously SO beautiful. I feel so lucky to be surrounded by such beauty. Even the topless sun bathers are beautiful. You know, you'd expect it to be kind of gross or distracting, but it's beautiful!
This country is rather...different, and there are a few things I don't like too well, but all in all I can't get over the beauty.
Friday, September 5, 2014
I'm just a Poe girl, from a Poe family
This morning while I drank my coffee I decided to stimulate my brain reading some of my favorite poetry. Reading the works of great poets inspired me to write again (which I haven't done or at least made known since high school).... So here's a poem. I'm no Robert Frost but I like to have fun with words.
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Sometimes the world moves so fast
And the days we greatly long for pass
And within a blink of time we sit, we bore upon the hourglass
Each grain of sand becomes a dream
In which we no longer esteem
Dropping one by one, below the hourglass we so endlessly beam
These aspirations become wraiths
In a body of people losing faith
We lose our grip within our minds and with ourselves, cannot relate
Life takes a hold and sucks us in
Our passions lost in its whirlwind
We must step back and take a breath and let our dreams begin
For we may not ever know the bliss of letting our hearts win
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Sometimes the world moves so fast
And the days we greatly long for pass
And within a blink of time we sit, we bore upon the hourglass
Each grain of sand becomes a dream
In which we no longer esteem
Dropping one by one, below the hourglass we so endlessly beam
These aspirations become wraiths
In a body of people losing faith
We lose our grip within our minds and with ourselves, cannot relate
Life takes a hold and sucks us in
Our passions lost in its whirlwind
We must step back and take a breath and let our dreams begin
For we may not ever know the bliss of letting our hearts win
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