Well, I'm DONE with one of two presentations for my Constitutional Law class, and it went a lot better than I expected. Having spent an hour or two yesterday freaking out and crying and trying to come up with some excuse not to do it at the last minute, I took a deep breath, sat down, and got to work. And managed to throw together a pretty decent little presentation. And then this morning in class, I decided to offer to go first just to get it over with. I was crazy nervous, so my voice was all kinds of shaky, but I managed to work my way through it and I only stumbled over my french a couple of times. When it was finally over, the teacher seemed content with what I had done and even complemented parts of my presentation. I'm not sure if he was just being nice because he felt bad for me being, not only the foreign kid, but also all by myself, or if he was really sincere, but either way, it made me feel a little bit better. I really hope that it's more of the second one because, while it's nice to get pity points every once in a while, I'm the type of person who likes to get by based on my own talents, not on handicaps. But at this point I'll take what I can get.
I also got my paper back from last week, which I was also really nervous about. This is my first graded thing since I've been here, so I wasn't sure what to expect. Also, it's kind of hard to get used to the french grading system. Basically, everything is graded out of 20 points but, unlike in the states, it is pretty rare for french students to get above a 16 or a 17. Since we are already disadvantaged, the way the grades correspond to grades back in the states is very generous. Any thing above a 12 is an A and 9-11 is a B. I got a 10 on the paper, so I am contenting myself with that. Also, most of his comments were things that made sense for the most part. Some of them I was even expecting...I really hate turning in a paper and at that very moment realizing what I did wrong. He said that if people want to do another one to get a better grade, we can, and I might, but I'm not sure if I want to stress myself out that much. I mean, a B is fully acceptable, and it's only 1/4 of my grade (God, I am SUCH an overachiever!). I guess I'll make than decision after I get my grade from my presentation today.
Anyway, I came home from my presentation and Wei was making curry and she let me have some, so I didn't have to make lunch, which was kind of nice. And the curry was pretty bomb.
There's more to say about social life and stuff, but I have to go to class, so you will just have to wait. Maybe, if I'm feeling ambitious tonight, I will make a record and have three blog posts in one day, but that seems like it might be overdoing it a bit.
Bisous.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Little Victories
So, i have a presentation to do in like 20 minutes, and I should probably be looking over my notes, but, to a large extent, je m'en fous (which is a less polite way of saying "I could care less"). I was also supposed to buy cheese from my region and bring it to class, but as it turns out, you can't buy cheddar here...or asadero, which I have hella been craving lately for some reason. Again, je m'en fous...I thought about buying emmenthal, which is basically swiss cheese, but the comté just looked so much better.
Anyway, after buying cheese, I went to the bakery to buy a baguette and it was still hot from the oven. Amazing. I was so excited. Normally when I buy it, it is fresh, but not still hot. It really just kind of made everything better.
Anyway, that's all I really wanted to say for now...I'm off to talk about the Troisième République
A plus!
Anyway, after buying cheese, I went to the bakery to buy a baguette and it was still hot from the oven. Amazing. I was so excited. Normally when I buy it, it is fresh, but not still hot. It really just kind of made everything better.
Anyway, that's all I really wanted to say for now...I'm off to talk about the Troisième République
A plus!
Sunday, October 28, 2007
airing some frustrations
A much needed blogger-bitch-fest while I escape my responsibilities.
So, for the most part in my classes, I have very little, if any, regularly assigned homework. Even in my portuguese classes, we don't have to turn in exercises or anything. This means that my entire grade is based on a test taken at the end of the year--often one essay question--that is a worry all in it's own. But one of the classes I'm taking, Constitutional Law, is a little different. It is a two part class, which I get credit for as two different classes. First is the Cours Fondamental, which is a ginormous 3-hour lecture class once a week. The other part is a CDM (I don't remember what it stands for at the moment). This is the equivalent of a discussion class at U of O. it also meets once a week, for 2 hours, and there are about 20 students. The CDMs are not required, but they make it easier for students to be prepared for the final exam, so I decided to take it anyway. For this class, everyone has to turn in one detailed outline for an essay, do two presentations, and then there will be some sort of in-class assignment (not entirely sure what that will be). Normally, the presentations are done in pairs, which I figured would make it a lot easier and would be a way to sort of get to know someone in my class.
Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be much in the way of organization as to who would do the assignments for a given class period. The teacher, in an attempt to give the students some liberty to make their own decisions, left it up to us to decide. Having missed the first class period and then spent the next two sitting quietly in a corner listening, I was pretty out of the loop. Finally, I got onto an email list/forum thing for students in the class and started to worry about when i would do my presentations (now that the semester is almost halfway over). But I still was at a loss as to how decisions were made. So then, this past Thursday (note that the class is on Tuesday), I received an email from one of the guys in class asking me if I was doing the presentation for the next class and telling me I should contact the professor. I did, and I told him I was willing to do the presentation, but I didn't have any clue who my partner would be or how to go about finding one. He said, essentially, that he didn't have a clue either, but wished me luck (thanks, that's useful...). So I emailed the guy who had first emailed me and asked him what I should do to find a partner and he gave me a list of three students who hadn't either done their presentation or already signed up for a future presentation. one of them was signed up to do his other presentation for the same, day, so I emailed three asking for help. I got two responses telling me they couldn't but good luck anyway (again, thanks, that's very nice of you...). I then got an email saying that the teacher had assigned the third guy, Maxime, who I have actually sort of gotten to know, as my partner. Unfortunately, an email and a text message later, I have yet to hear back from him. And it is now Sunday night and this presentation is supposed to take place Tuesday morning. I spent a few hours reading up on the topic, and I think I can probably put something together on my own, but I REALLY don't want to have to do it by myself and then face the class for 20 minutes by myself. Bugger.
To add to the frustration of this whole thing, this week is supposed to be a vacation week. Lyon 2, and therefore the majority of my friends, is on vacation for Toussaint (All Saints Day). This means they are traveling around Europe while I prepare to do a presentation. I also only have one day of classes this week, because my sports classes and my portuguese class are through Lyon 2, so they are on vacation, and one of my teachers at the IEP cancelled class. I was looking at the schedule for the year and realized that IEP students really get the shaft when it comes to breaks. Most unfortunately, Lyon 2 has a break between semesters that lasts from mid january to early february. This break doesn't exist at all for the IEP, which sucks a lot because I was hoping to use that time to backback around Europe with my friend Katie. Also, the IEP's spring break is different than Lyon 2 (which means that if I am taking classes at both universities, I don't get a break at all). So I have decided that, even though administratively it is a bit more complicated, and even though the IEP offers some interesting courses, I am not going to take classes there next semester.
I don't want to sound overly whiney, but I have been feeling whiney and frustrated, and on top of everything I think I might be getting sick and I haven't been sleeping well, which is majorly lame.
On the other hand, so that I finish on a positive note, the last few days have been pretty cool (although I probably should have been trying to deal with this presentation).
On Thursday I had a delicious and very cheap lunch with some friends, and then wandered around a little and then went to this wine festival, which was basically a HUGE wine tasting. There were a couple hundred different niveyards represented, representing the main wine-producing regions. My friends and I wandered through the lines of booths tasting different wines (and learned why you are supposed to spit while tasting wine...although instead we stumbled out the doors after two hours and walked in not very straight lines to the bus stop) and I bought a bottle of wine and a bottle of gold-rated champagne, which I am saving for New Years. Later that night, I went to a house-warming party for one of my friends and had more wine and lots of really delicious cake.
Friday was very chill. I had my portuguese class and then came home and had a yummy salad for lunch and took a nap (since I got home close to 2 am from the party) and then went to capoeira.
On Saturday morning I went to the market with Wei and then watched her make a taiwanese cake for this soirée that she had invited me to. Then I kind of hung out and tried to read up on the Third Republic for my presentation, but mostly did procrastinatey sort of things. In the afternoon, Wei and I made a quiche for the soirée and then went to the soirée, which was an interesting experience. It was at her friend's apartment and the guests were almost exclusively Taiwanese. Despite this fact, everyone was really nice and I ended up having a really good time.
This morning, Wei and I intended to go to this local producers market, but when we got there it turned out it wasn't happening, so we wandered a bit and then went to an asian grocery store. We ended up buying the ingredients for spring rolls and came home to make them (and were more or less successful).
Overall, a very enjoyable weekend!
And now I am going to try to get back to work...blech.
So, for the most part in my classes, I have very little, if any, regularly assigned homework. Even in my portuguese classes, we don't have to turn in exercises or anything. This means that my entire grade is based on a test taken at the end of the year--often one essay question--that is a worry all in it's own. But one of the classes I'm taking, Constitutional Law, is a little different. It is a two part class, which I get credit for as two different classes. First is the Cours Fondamental, which is a ginormous 3-hour lecture class once a week. The other part is a CDM (I don't remember what it stands for at the moment). This is the equivalent of a discussion class at U of O. it also meets once a week, for 2 hours, and there are about 20 students. The CDMs are not required, but they make it easier for students to be prepared for the final exam, so I decided to take it anyway. For this class, everyone has to turn in one detailed outline for an essay, do two presentations, and then there will be some sort of in-class assignment (not entirely sure what that will be). Normally, the presentations are done in pairs, which I figured would make it a lot easier and would be a way to sort of get to know someone in my class.
Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be much in the way of organization as to who would do the assignments for a given class period. The teacher, in an attempt to give the students some liberty to make their own decisions, left it up to us to decide. Having missed the first class period and then spent the next two sitting quietly in a corner listening, I was pretty out of the loop. Finally, I got onto an email list/forum thing for students in the class and started to worry about when i would do my presentations (now that the semester is almost halfway over). But I still was at a loss as to how decisions were made. So then, this past Thursday (note that the class is on Tuesday), I received an email from one of the guys in class asking me if I was doing the presentation for the next class and telling me I should contact the professor. I did, and I told him I was willing to do the presentation, but I didn't have any clue who my partner would be or how to go about finding one. He said, essentially, that he didn't have a clue either, but wished me luck (thanks, that's useful...). So I emailed the guy who had first emailed me and asked him what I should do to find a partner and he gave me a list of three students who hadn't either done their presentation or already signed up for a future presentation. one of them was signed up to do his other presentation for the same, day, so I emailed three asking for help. I got two responses telling me they couldn't but good luck anyway (again, thanks, that's very nice of you...). I then got an email saying that the teacher had assigned the third guy, Maxime, who I have actually sort of gotten to know, as my partner. Unfortunately, an email and a text message later, I have yet to hear back from him. And it is now Sunday night and this presentation is supposed to take place Tuesday morning. I spent a few hours reading up on the topic, and I think I can probably put something together on my own, but I REALLY don't want to have to do it by myself and then face the class for 20 minutes by myself. Bugger.
To add to the frustration of this whole thing, this week is supposed to be a vacation week. Lyon 2, and therefore the majority of my friends, is on vacation for Toussaint (All Saints Day). This means they are traveling around Europe while I prepare to do a presentation. I also only have one day of classes this week, because my sports classes and my portuguese class are through Lyon 2, so they are on vacation, and one of my teachers at the IEP cancelled class. I was looking at the schedule for the year and realized that IEP students really get the shaft when it comes to breaks. Most unfortunately, Lyon 2 has a break between semesters that lasts from mid january to early february. This break doesn't exist at all for the IEP, which sucks a lot because I was hoping to use that time to backback around Europe with my friend Katie. Also, the IEP's spring break is different than Lyon 2 (which means that if I am taking classes at both universities, I don't get a break at all). So I have decided that, even though administratively it is a bit more complicated, and even though the IEP offers some interesting courses, I am not going to take classes there next semester.
I don't want to sound overly whiney, but I have been feeling whiney and frustrated, and on top of everything I think I might be getting sick and I haven't been sleeping well, which is majorly lame.
On the other hand, so that I finish on a positive note, the last few days have been pretty cool (although I probably should have been trying to deal with this presentation).
On Thursday I had a delicious and very cheap lunch with some friends, and then wandered around a little and then went to this wine festival, which was basically a HUGE wine tasting. There were a couple hundred different niveyards represented, representing the main wine-producing regions. My friends and I wandered through the lines of booths tasting different wines (and learned why you are supposed to spit while tasting wine...although instead we stumbled out the doors after two hours and walked in not very straight lines to the bus stop) and I bought a bottle of wine and a bottle of gold-rated champagne, which I am saving for New Years. Later that night, I went to a house-warming party for one of my friends and had more wine and lots of really delicious cake.
Friday was very chill. I had my portuguese class and then came home and had a yummy salad for lunch and took a nap (since I got home close to 2 am from the party) and then went to capoeira.
On Saturday morning I went to the market with Wei and then watched her make a taiwanese cake for this soirée that she had invited me to. Then I kind of hung out and tried to read up on the Third Republic for my presentation, but mostly did procrastinatey sort of things. In the afternoon, Wei and I made a quiche for the soirée and then went to the soirée, which was an interesting experience. It was at her friend's apartment and the guests were almost exclusively Taiwanese. Despite this fact, everyone was really nice and I ended up having a really good time.
This morning, Wei and I intended to go to this local producers market, but when we got there it turned out it wasn't happening, so we wandered a bit and then went to an asian grocery store. We ended up buying the ingredients for spring rolls and came home to make them (and were more or less successful).
Overall, a very enjoyable weekend!
And now I am going to try to get back to work...blech.
Friday, October 26, 2007
French Culture Lesson
Part One: the bise
I'm sure you are all familiar with the stereotypical image of the French kissing each other on the cheek a lot. This is part of the french image because, well, they do it. All the time. No joke. More on that in a minute. First, the term for this action is the bise (or "la bise" if you really want to be french about it). It comes from the verb "biser" which means to kiss. You might also notice the similarity between this word and the way I often sign off emails and letters, and even this blog sometimes: "gros bisous" or just "bisous". Yes, there is a connection. "Gros bisous" means big kisses, and is often used to sign off letters to friends or family (ie you brobably don't want to finish a letter to a professor or your boss or something this way).
Like I said, the besi is everywhere in France. People of all ages do the bise in all sorts of situations. Most commonly: when you are meeting someone for the first time, when you meet up with a friend, when you arrive at a party (yes, you really are supposed to bise EVERYONE), whe you run into someone on the street, when thanking someone for something, when you are parting with someone, when you leave a party (again, EVERYONE gets a bise), and kids often do a family bise before they go to bed.
That being said, I've noticed that the bise can be kind of a precarious situation for foreigners. Even if you are familiar with the idea (as I was, after spending a good 20 minutes--at least--discussing the bise in my pre-study abroad class), sometimes you can feel a little bit unsure of yourself in a bise situation. On the one hand, the other person (presumably a french person) may not be sure if you know about the bise or of you are comfortable with it, so they may not instigate it. On the other, maybe you really aren't comfortable with the bise, or maybe you aren't sure you know the person well enough to bise on a regular basis (ie you bised when you met them, and then you see them again somewhere and aren't sure if you should bise them). Being a younger person, there may also be some confusion about whether you should bise an elder or a superior.
Who knew that such a simple little action could be so complicated?
I've gotten pretty used to the bise, and I've grown to like it (although I really do miss the hug, and one of my favorite things EVER is when I run into one of my american friends and am greeted with a giant hug...the French rarely, if ever, hug...and if you know me, you know I LOVE to hug and have a hard time with non-hugging cultures). I've also noticed that the bise can be a momentous occasion as a forigner. Not like, I'm going to throw myself a party because I bised someone, but, for me at least, when I am on mise terms with someone, it's like a moment of acceptance and being a part of french culture. I can't really explain it, so here are two examples from my life that might illustrate it better.
(1) When I first got here and went to meet Florence's family and then Lionel's family, I got to experience some serious bise-ing. Especially when I met Florence's family, because we went to mass, and I'm pretty sure 80% of the people in the church that morning were somehow related to her, and then afterward everyone stood around outside and I got introduced to a million different people and bised them all. And then when we left, there was another round of bises.
(2) In my portuguese class, there is a girl named Hélène, who I talked to the second week of class on the tram ride home. When she got off the tram, she instigated the bise. The next week, when she showed up to class, we bised again, and now we bise regularly. As cheesy as it may sound, it's kind of like the realization that I have made a friend here.
(3) I think I mentioned in my last blog that I was thinking about taking more capoeira classes at the capoeira studio after going last week for the open-house. Well, I went again this week and it was a really great experience. But that's not the point. The point is that after class I went up to the teacher to ask him how to go about paying and he said not to worry about it...the first class was free. And then he did the bise and told me to have a good vacation. !!! I realize maybe that sounds a little weird, but it was like, welcome to Senzala (the capoeira group), glad to have you.
(4) On the metro on the way home after class tonight, I was taling to one of the guys that was in the class about capoeira and being a student and life in general and when he got off the metro, we did the bise. I realized when he left that I don't even know his name. But whatever. I felt very french riding the metro and bise-ing and wearing my cool green bought-in-France-jacket and then busting out my DirectSoir (a free newspaper that they hand out at metro stations) and reading the news in french.
End of Lesson One.
I had more to write about, but that took longer than I thought. But this week is the Toussaint 1 week vacation (except at the IEP, which is the political science school where I take my classes, so I still have class all day Tuesday and, I think, a presentation that I have to do...oh dear), so I will have possibly more free time, and hopefully fun things to write about.
Gros bisous!!
I'm sure you are all familiar with the stereotypical image of the French kissing each other on the cheek a lot. This is part of the french image because, well, they do it. All the time. No joke. More on that in a minute. First, the term for this action is the bise (or "la bise" if you really want to be french about it). It comes from the verb "biser" which means to kiss. You might also notice the similarity between this word and the way I often sign off emails and letters, and even this blog sometimes: "gros bisous" or just "bisous". Yes, there is a connection. "Gros bisous" means big kisses, and is often used to sign off letters to friends or family (ie you brobably don't want to finish a letter to a professor or your boss or something this way).
Like I said, the besi is everywhere in France. People of all ages do the bise in all sorts of situations. Most commonly: when you are meeting someone for the first time, when you meet up with a friend, when you arrive at a party (yes, you really are supposed to bise EVERYONE), whe you run into someone on the street, when thanking someone for something, when you are parting with someone, when you leave a party (again, EVERYONE gets a bise), and kids often do a family bise before they go to bed.
That being said, I've noticed that the bise can be kind of a precarious situation for foreigners. Even if you are familiar with the idea (as I was, after spending a good 20 minutes--at least--discussing the bise in my pre-study abroad class), sometimes you can feel a little bit unsure of yourself in a bise situation. On the one hand, the other person (presumably a french person) may not be sure if you know about the bise or of you are comfortable with it, so they may not instigate it. On the other, maybe you really aren't comfortable with the bise, or maybe you aren't sure you know the person well enough to bise on a regular basis (ie you bised when you met them, and then you see them again somewhere and aren't sure if you should bise them). Being a younger person, there may also be some confusion about whether you should bise an elder or a superior.
Who knew that such a simple little action could be so complicated?
I've gotten pretty used to the bise, and I've grown to like it (although I really do miss the hug, and one of my favorite things EVER is when I run into one of my american friends and am greeted with a giant hug...the French rarely, if ever, hug...and if you know me, you know I LOVE to hug and have a hard time with non-hugging cultures). I've also noticed that the bise can be a momentous occasion as a forigner. Not like, I'm going to throw myself a party because I bised someone, but, for me at least, when I am on mise terms with someone, it's like a moment of acceptance and being a part of french culture. I can't really explain it, so here are two examples from my life that might illustrate it better.
(1) When I first got here and went to meet Florence's family and then Lionel's family, I got to experience some serious bise-ing. Especially when I met Florence's family, because we went to mass, and I'm pretty sure 80% of the people in the church that morning were somehow related to her, and then afterward everyone stood around outside and I got introduced to a million different people and bised them all. And then when we left, there was another round of bises.
(2) In my portuguese class, there is a girl named Hélène, who I talked to the second week of class on the tram ride home. When she got off the tram, she instigated the bise. The next week, when she showed up to class, we bised again, and now we bise regularly. As cheesy as it may sound, it's kind of like the realization that I have made a friend here.
(3) I think I mentioned in my last blog that I was thinking about taking more capoeira classes at the capoeira studio after going last week for the open-house. Well, I went again this week and it was a really great experience. But that's not the point. The point is that after class I went up to the teacher to ask him how to go about paying and he said not to worry about it...the first class was free. And then he did the bise and told me to have a good vacation. !!! I realize maybe that sounds a little weird, but it was like, welcome to Senzala (the capoeira group), glad to have you.
(4) On the metro on the way home after class tonight, I was taling to one of the guys that was in the class about capoeira and being a student and life in general and when he got off the metro, we did the bise. I realized when he left that I don't even know his name. But whatever. I felt very french riding the metro and bise-ing and wearing my cool green bought-in-France-jacket and then busting out my DirectSoir (a free newspaper that they hand out at metro stations) and reading the news in french.
End of Lesson One.
I had more to write about, but that took longer than I thought. But this week is the Toussaint 1 week vacation (except at the IEP, which is the political science school where I take my classes, so I still have class all day Tuesday and, I think, a presentation that I have to do...oh dear), so I will have possibly more free time, and hopefully fun things to write about.
Gros bisous!!
Monday, October 22, 2007
'cuz I'm just that cool
So I've decided that the ultimate compliment these days it (the French equivalent of) "wow, I totally thought you were French". At the risk of sounding cocky, I've gotten that one twice in the last week and it makes me happy. Granted, both times were people that I didn't really know (one being a friend of Wei's that I was meeting for the first time and the other being this guy in my capoeira class), but still. Apparantly I at least seem confident enough with my French to pull it off.
Also, and I feel like I've posted about this a lot, but maybe not, I REALLY love doing capoeira. And I don't suck at it, which always helps. Last week, the capoeira association in Lyon had an open house and all of their classes were free and open to the public. I only made it to the class on Friday night, but it was really fun, and it was a little more challenging, and a smaller class than I am used to in my class at school. Also, the people who do it there are a little more serious than the people in my class. So, I kind of went around and around in my head about taking classes on a regular basis at the studio. On the one hand, it's kind of expensive (although really it's not that bad...just an extra expense), and my schedule doesn't work all that well with the classes that are offered. On the other hand, I feel like I could be good at this if I practice at it (plus, it kind of makes me feel like a badass), and it's more of a community, so it would be a good way to make friends. Anyway, after much contemplation, I've decided that, for the time being, I'm going to try to do one class a week there and see how it goes and then maybe start taking more. I guess it's kind of a silly thing to blog about, but it's sort of a big decision for me to commit myself to something like this and to think about being a part of something here in Lyon.
Um, let's see...have I mentioned lately that I LOVE my living situation? Becuase I do. This morning, Wei knocked on my door to ask me if everything was ok, becuase apparantly yesterday I seemed upset. I hadn't really realized that I was acting any different, but I did kind of lock myself away in my room and I was a little frustrated about this paper that I had to write. It's not even really a paper, but a detailed outline + the introduction for the paper were I to write it. [sidenote: the French really love their organization. Lionel was telling me that, generally, when students take a written exam and have 3 hours to write an essay, they well spend and hour or an hour and a half just writing a detailed outline...wow] Without going into too much detail, the essay is about the two empires (Napoleon I and Napoleon III). So I spent all day yesterday reading about the basic history of the two empires, as that's not something I ever really studied in depth, and then I spent the evening being frustrated because I had no idea what to do with the paper. Then, last night, Florence came to my room and asked how the essay was going and I just kind of looked at her pathetically and told her I hadn't even started writing and I was totally lost. I spent the next half hour talking with Lionel, and Florence pulled a bunch of books out and we came up with a basic outline. And they said that tonight they would be more than happy to look at what I wrote. So, since I didn't have classes today, I spent most of the day working on it, and I'm mostly finished. It is a huge weight off of my shoulders and I actually think it might be decent (although I'm still not exactly sure what the teacher is expecting). I don't know what I would do if I didn't have an amazing couple of really smart people here to help me out. And, going back to the beginning of this thought process, it was really touching that Wei noticed that I wasn't in the best of moods yesterday, and she urged me to talk to her if I ever needed someone. I really couldn't imagine being in a better place right now.
Ok, enough gushing...I need to put the finishing touches on my paper and then I think I might go see a movie.
ps. A couple people sent me advice on my plant after the post where I said it was dying, so update: I think I was overwatering it and I stopped that and now it is much happier.
Also, and I feel like I've posted about this a lot, but maybe not, I REALLY love doing capoeira. And I don't suck at it, which always helps. Last week, the capoeira association in Lyon had an open house and all of their classes were free and open to the public. I only made it to the class on Friday night, but it was really fun, and it was a little more challenging, and a smaller class than I am used to in my class at school. Also, the people who do it there are a little more serious than the people in my class. So, I kind of went around and around in my head about taking classes on a regular basis at the studio. On the one hand, it's kind of expensive (although really it's not that bad...just an extra expense), and my schedule doesn't work all that well with the classes that are offered. On the other hand, I feel like I could be good at this if I practice at it (plus, it kind of makes me feel like a badass), and it's more of a community, so it would be a good way to make friends. Anyway, after much contemplation, I've decided that, for the time being, I'm going to try to do one class a week there and see how it goes and then maybe start taking more. I guess it's kind of a silly thing to blog about, but it's sort of a big decision for me to commit myself to something like this and to think about being a part of something here in Lyon.
Um, let's see...have I mentioned lately that I LOVE my living situation? Becuase I do. This morning, Wei knocked on my door to ask me if everything was ok, becuase apparantly yesterday I seemed upset. I hadn't really realized that I was acting any different, but I did kind of lock myself away in my room and I was a little frustrated about this paper that I had to write. It's not even really a paper, but a detailed outline + the introduction for the paper were I to write it. [sidenote: the French really love their organization. Lionel was telling me that, generally, when students take a written exam and have 3 hours to write an essay, they well spend and hour or an hour and a half just writing a detailed outline...wow] Without going into too much detail, the essay is about the two empires (Napoleon I and Napoleon III). So I spent all day yesterday reading about the basic history of the two empires, as that's not something I ever really studied in depth, and then I spent the evening being frustrated because I had no idea what to do with the paper. Then, last night, Florence came to my room and asked how the essay was going and I just kind of looked at her pathetically and told her I hadn't even started writing and I was totally lost. I spent the next half hour talking with Lionel, and Florence pulled a bunch of books out and we came up with a basic outline. And they said that tonight they would be more than happy to look at what I wrote. So, since I didn't have classes today, I spent most of the day working on it, and I'm mostly finished. It is a huge weight off of my shoulders and I actually think it might be decent (although I'm still not exactly sure what the teacher is expecting). I don't know what I would do if I didn't have an amazing couple of really smart people here to help me out. And, going back to the beginning of this thought process, it was really touching that Wei noticed that I wasn't in the best of moods yesterday, and she urged me to talk to her if I ever needed someone. I really couldn't imagine being in a better place right now.
Ok, enough gushing...I need to put the finishing touches on my paper and then I think I might go see a movie.
ps. A couple people sent me advice on my plant after the post where I said it was dying, so update: I think I was overwatering it and I stopped that and now it is much happier.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
up close and personal
Words are tricksy things. It is easy to think we understand them, to think that we know what someone is trying to say. But really, words have so many different meanings, acute and unique to the person who is speaking them. Even if we thing we understand, we generally only half understand.
Have you ever listened to a song, and felt like that song was meant for you in that moment ? Did you listen to that song ove rand ove rand know that you understood exactly what was being said, what the singer was feeling when they wrote the lyrics ? Did you feel the music in your bones, as if it resonated with your very being ? Probably you have, but it’s more than likely that you only half understood…that you were only half listening.
A little over a year ago, a friend of mine passed on a bunch of music that he had picked up in Europe. Most of it was french hip-hop, some of which i was familiar with, and some that was totally new to me. The first CD he gave me, though, and the one he was really excited for me to have, was a CD called Midi 20 by french slam poet called Grand Corps Malade. I listened to the CD driving home, and mostly just listened without trying to focus on and translate the lyrics. I liked it, but I wouldn’t say I was taken by it right away. But the next day, my friend asked me if I had listened to the CD. Wasn’t it great ? Did you listen to this song ? That song ? His favorite was a song called « Ma tête, mon cœur, et mes couilles » (« My head, my heart, and my balls »). Surprise surprise. So I listened to the CD again, and set myself to really listen. Every time I listened to it, it got a little better.
Since receiving the CD, I listen to it every once in a while. Every once in a while I will have one of those moments where I really feel a song (although they aren’t really songs, but poems, sometimes set to music, or sometimes just the words with sounds in the background, but for simplicity I’ll use song). Getting ready to come to France, I listened to it quite a bit because he speaks very clearly and is easy to understand. I even named my blog after one of his songs (which, ironically, just started playing on my iTunes). In this song, he explains the things he sees from his window—kids playing in the street, the different people who hang out at the café across the street. And he also talks about the feelings and thoughts that the things he sees inspire in him. That’s what I wanted my blog to be like.
Then, in the first week or so of being in Lyon, I saw that he was coming here. I had to go. I went to buy a ticket, and ended up buying two because there weren’t many left, and I knew I wasn’t going to want to go alone. This past week, I talked to some friends about going, but i twas too expensive, or they had other things going on. I was a little nervous that, not only had I wasted 25 euro, but I would be going alone. Then, I invited a friend that I really haven’t seen much since the first couple weeks, and she said she would love to come, and I got all excited. We even got together early to cook a yummy dinner and drink Beaujolais wine before the concert. So going into the concert I was in a good mood.
And then it started. Well, at least the opening act started—a stand up comedian. But i twas Grand Corps Malade who announced him, and just hearing his voice, even though he was off stage, kind of gave me chills. He has this really intensely low voice that is just amazing (especially coming out of this tall skinny white guy). Sammy, the guy who opened, was really good and funny, an dit was a good way to get into « french mode », after spending the evening speaking english with my friend. Then Grand Corps Malade came on stage and opened with one of his poems. He was a silhoutte, shrouded in smoke and lit from behind. The whole concert had this sort of mystical feeling, everything shrouded in smoke. I could go on and describe the whole thing, but I wont. I’m going to go back to my train of thought from the beginning of this post.
What I felt sitting in the theater was that, even though I got the songs when I listened to them on my iPod, even though I really enjoyed them, when I heard them live in concert, I understood them on a whole other level. And I didn’t really even have to try. I didn’t have to focus on the words and their meanings. I just kind of followed and comprehended. I don’t know what it is about live performances that are just so much more powerful than anything else you can experience. Ever. I really wish I could explain it better, the feeling that I got listening to the songs that I thought I knew pretty well, and discovering all these new little nuances, understanting a little better what he meant.
Long story short, the Grand Corps Malade concert was tonight, and it far surpassed my expectations—which is saying a lot because I have been looking forward to it for over a month. I think I’ve been more excited about it that for the MC Solaar concert (again, saying a lot, because it’s MC SOLAAR).
I kind of feel like this post is full of unfinished thoughts, but I’m still kind of processing. I do that after concerts. And now I’m gonna do it in my pajamas in bed…and, in the words of Grand Corps Malade himself, « je me couche avec le sourire et je dors sur mes deux oreilles ».
Have you ever listened to a song, and felt like that song was meant for you in that moment ? Did you listen to that song ove rand ove rand know that you understood exactly what was being said, what the singer was feeling when they wrote the lyrics ? Did you feel the music in your bones, as if it resonated with your very being ? Probably you have, but it’s more than likely that you only half understood…that you were only half listening.
A little over a year ago, a friend of mine passed on a bunch of music that he had picked up in Europe. Most of it was french hip-hop, some of which i was familiar with, and some that was totally new to me. The first CD he gave me, though, and the one he was really excited for me to have, was a CD called Midi 20 by french slam poet called Grand Corps Malade. I listened to the CD driving home, and mostly just listened without trying to focus on and translate the lyrics. I liked it, but I wouldn’t say I was taken by it right away. But the next day, my friend asked me if I had listened to the CD. Wasn’t it great ? Did you listen to this song ? That song ? His favorite was a song called « Ma tête, mon cœur, et mes couilles » (« My head, my heart, and my balls »). Surprise surprise. So I listened to the CD again, and set myself to really listen. Every time I listened to it, it got a little better.
Since receiving the CD, I listen to it every once in a while. Every once in a while I will have one of those moments where I really feel a song (although they aren’t really songs, but poems, sometimes set to music, or sometimes just the words with sounds in the background, but for simplicity I’ll use song). Getting ready to come to France, I listened to it quite a bit because he speaks very clearly and is easy to understand. I even named my blog after one of his songs (which, ironically, just started playing on my iTunes). In this song, he explains the things he sees from his window—kids playing in the street, the different people who hang out at the café across the street. And he also talks about the feelings and thoughts that the things he sees inspire in him. That’s what I wanted my blog to be like.
Then, in the first week or so of being in Lyon, I saw that he was coming here. I had to go. I went to buy a ticket, and ended up buying two because there weren’t many left, and I knew I wasn’t going to want to go alone. This past week, I talked to some friends about going, but i twas too expensive, or they had other things going on. I was a little nervous that, not only had I wasted 25 euro, but I would be going alone. Then, I invited a friend that I really haven’t seen much since the first couple weeks, and she said she would love to come, and I got all excited. We even got together early to cook a yummy dinner and drink Beaujolais wine before the concert. So going into the concert I was in a good mood.
And then it started. Well, at least the opening act started—a stand up comedian. But i twas Grand Corps Malade who announced him, and just hearing his voice, even though he was off stage, kind of gave me chills. He has this really intensely low voice that is just amazing (especially coming out of this tall skinny white guy). Sammy, the guy who opened, was really good and funny, an dit was a good way to get into « french mode », after spending the evening speaking english with my friend. Then Grand Corps Malade came on stage and opened with one of his poems. He was a silhoutte, shrouded in smoke and lit from behind. The whole concert had this sort of mystical feeling, everything shrouded in smoke. I could go on and describe the whole thing, but I wont. I’m going to go back to my train of thought from the beginning of this post.
What I felt sitting in the theater was that, even though I got the songs when I listened to them on my iPod, even though I really enjoyed them, when I heard them live in concert, I understood them on a whole other level. And I didn’t really even have to try. I didn’t have to focus on the words and their meanings. I just kind of followed and comprehended. I don’t know what it is about live performances that are just so much more powerful than anything else you can experience. Ever. I really wish I could explain it better, the feeling that I got listening to the songs that I thought I knew pretty well, and discovering all these new little nuances, understanting a little better what he meant.
Long story short, the Grand Corps Malade concert was tonight, and it far surpassed my expectations—which is saying a lot because I have been looking forward to it for over a month. I think I’ve been more excited about it that for the MC Solaar concert (again, saying a lot, because it’s MC SOLAAR).
I kind of feel like this post is full of unfinished thoughts, but I’m still kind of processing. I do that after concerts. And now I’m gonna do it in my pajamas in bed…and, in the words of Grand Corps Malade himself, « je me couche avec le sourire et je dors sur mes deux oreilles ».
Saturday, October 20, 2007
oh, those crazy french people...
So, on Thursday, French transportation workers went on strike because there is a lack of funding for their retirement (man, can you imagine if Americans went on strike for stuff like that?). Anyway, SNCF, the major rail company, was on strike, and many other transportation companies went on strike as well. In the days leading up to the strike, we were warned that metro, tram, and bus schedules would be iffy, depending on how many workers chose to strike.
My experience of the strike was pretty minimal. As it turned out, the metro and the trams were going pretty strong, and it was mostly just the buses that were affected by the strike. As I live in a central part of town, I rarely ever take buses, so really I wasn't affected much at all. I even missed the strikers and their "manifestation" at Place Bellecour. I'm just glad I hadn't planned on going anywhere outside of Lyon, because even in the past couple of days, SNCF has had limited service because of a continuation of the strike.
I was talking with Wei and her friend on Friday about the strike. Wei has been here for a year already, and her friends has been here for two, and they both had stories to tell about weeklong strikes, where you couldn't get anywhere because the metros and trams were essentially shut down. And, two years ago there was a student strike at the university that lasted months. On the one hand, I'm glad that this strike didn't squash any of my plans, but at the same time, I think it would be kind of cool to have a good "grève" story to tell when I go home. Especially since the strike is such a strong French tradition.
Today I got to experience an interesting lyonnais tradition: the distribution of the Petit Paumé. What it is is a little book that lists all the cool places in Lyon--restaurants, bars, clubs, theaters, etc. And it's put together by students, and thy rate all of the different locations and write little blurbs about them. The book is free, and the presentation of it is a big deal. Last night there was a big pre-Petit Paumé shindig, which I didn't attend, and then this afternoon at Place Bellecour, they started giving them out. It was crazy. They were supposed to start at 1:00; I got there at 1:30 and there were a LOT of people crowded in front of a stage, where they were carrying stacks of books around, but they hadn't started handing them out yet. While I waited, the crowd kept growing. I could see the metro exit from where I was standing, and people kept coming out in waves and joining the group crowded around the little stage (I learned later that there were actually two stages with equally large crowds). Then, they started handing them out, and you would have thought I was in a group of 13 year old girls trying to get to Justin Timberlake. Everyone was pushing toward the stage and then there were people who had gotten their books and were trying to go the other direction (sometimes with stacks of the precious book). It was a mess, but I pushed my way through and made it to the stage, nabbed two, and fought my way out of the crowd (which was not easy, lemme tell you).
Taking the metro home, I started flipping through the book, and it is so cool! Every year it has a theme, and this year the theme was "Once upon a time..." so there is an introduction with a story about a magic fairy and a bunch of orphaned children, and all through the book there are fairy tale pictures, and even the little blurbs for the different places fit the theme. It's really a very neat little book.
Anyway, there is the excitement in France these days. In my life, everything has been pretty much business as usual.
My experience of the strike was pretty minimal. As it turned out, the metro and the trams were going pretty strong, and it was mostly just the buses that were affected by the strike. As I live in a central part of town, I rarely ever take buses, so really I wasn't affected much at all. I even missed the strikers and their "manifestation" at Place Bellecour. I'm just glad I hadn't planned on going anywhere outside of Lyon, because even in the past couple of days, SNCF has had limited service because of a continuation of the strike.
I was talking with Wei and her friend on Friday about the strike. Wei has been here for a year already, and her friends has been here for two, and they both had stories to tell about weeklong strikes, where you couldn't get anywhere because the metros and trams were essentially shut down. And, two years ago there was a student strike at the university that lasted months. On the one hand, I'm glad that this strike didn't squash any of my plans, but at the same time, I think it would be kind of cool to have a good "grève" story to tell when I go home. Especially since the strike is such a strong French tradition.
Today I got to experience an interesting lyonnais tradition: the distribution of the Petit Paumé. What it is is a little book that lists all the cool places in Lyon--restaurants, bars, clubs, theaters, etc. And it's put together by students, and thy rate all of the different locations and write little blurbs about them. The book is free, and the presentation of it is a big deal. Last night there was a big pre-Petit Paumé shindig, which I didn't attend, and then this afternoon at Place Bellecour, they started giving them out. It was crazy. They were supposed to start at 1:00; I got there at 1:30 and there were a LOT of people crowded in front of a stage, where they were carrying stacks of books around, but they hadn't started handing them out yet. While I waited, the crowd kept growing. I could see the metro exit from where I was standing, and people kept coming out in waves and joining the group crowded around the little stage (I learned later that there were actually two stages with equally large crowds). Then, they started handing them out, and you would have thought I was in a group of 13 year old girls trying to get to Justin Timberlake. Everyone was pushing toward the stage and then there were people who had gotten their books and were trying to go the other direction (sometimes with stacks of the precious book). It was a mess, but I pushed my way through and made it to the stage, nabbed two, and fought my way out of the crowd (which was not easy, lemme tell you).
Taking the metro home, I started flipping through the book, and it is so cool! Every year it has a theme, and this year the theme was "Once upon a time..." so there is an introduction with a story about a magic fairy and a bunch of orphaned children, and all through the book there are fairy tale pictures, and even the little blurbs for the different places fit the theme. It's really a very neat little book.
Anyway, there is the excitement in France these days. In my life, everything has been pretty much business as usual.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Thinking green in frogs-legs-a-gogo land
So last week, I had to order my Portuguese book because they didn't have any copies of it at the bookstore. I went with my friend, and we both ordered the book at the same time. Apparantly, she received a text message last Tuesday (they do EVERYTHING via text messages here...it's insane) saying that her book was in and she went in and picked it up and tra la la life was good. I figured, maybe there was a mistake with my phone number or something and I just didn't get the text, so today I went to the bookstore to ask about it, which was cool cuz I had to buy a birthday present for Mathias there anyway. Turns out, there was no mistake...they got one copy of the book from...somewhere, but mine they had to order from somewhere else that is farther away (apparantly REALLY far away, because I probably wont get it until November. Good, just in time for the class to be over). Ok, maybe I'm a little bit bitter.
Oh well, I will survive.
More importantly, today is Blog Action Day, and I pledged to write about the environment. While the environment is kind of my issue in general, I've been sitting here wondering what to write about that would fit with my blog, and that wouldn't just be a rant about global warming or politics or whatever. So I started to think about the differences in the way environmental issues are addressed here compared to in the U.S.
--I almost feel like the environment is less of a talking point here than I am used to. Maybe that's because I go to the University of Oregon, and therefore am often surrounded by people who are really invested in protecting the environment, and because, for the most part, my friends and family are mostly all environmentalists in some form or another. But here, I hardly ever find myself in a discussion about environmental problems or how to address them. I don't say this because I think it's a bad thing that everyone doesn't talk about these issues...it's just an observation. I'm not sure what it implies, really. In some ways, I think a certain amount of consideration toward the environment is just part of people's lives in a defferent way here than it is in the states...
--For example, the open-air markets, one of my favorite things about being here. I love walking to the market and being surrounded by different vendors, many of whom are selling things that they produce. So many people buy their food in this way...where you communicate with the producers and you get a sense of what's in season and what isn't because, well, you can't buy the things that aren't in season. Also, when you are buying things fresh from producers, you get a lot less packaging, which I am totally down with.
--Decent public transportation. I love it. I think part of it is that I live in a big city, but really it's actually smaller in population than Albuquerque, and in Albuquerque it is almost essential that you have a car. Here, it's infinitely more of a pain to have a car than to take public transport. And you really can go pretty much anywhere you need to go. Also, there is the Velo'v system, which is awesome, and you see so many people riding bikes. I don't think that most people think of it as an environmental thing, though. You take the metro becuase it's there andbecause it's faster and cheaper than driving. You get a bike from Velo'v because it's fun and easy and cheap (and you can ride your bike home at 3 in the morning after you drink too much and have been dancing all night and the metro isn't running).
--A number of stores don't just give people plastic bags anymore. You have to buy them. At Decitre, the bookstore, you have to buy your bag for 10 cents if you want one. At this organic grocery store that I go to a lot, they are 3 cents. Before coming here, I usually took bags with my when I went grocery shopping, but now I really have to think about it because it would really suck to get there, get my stuff, and then have to pay for bags that I don't need because I have them at home. Also, so many people have these little carts that they use when they go shopping. It's kind of like a backpack on wheels. That way, you don't use any bags, AND it's much more practical if you are walking home or taking public transportation than if you have a bunch or plastic bags that are heavy and awkward (I saw this woman on the tram the other day with like six bags of groceries that she ended up just kind of plopping on the floor and hoped that no one stepped on them...)
--I've noticed a lot of lights with motion sensors and timers. At the university, in the hallways that don't get used much, all the lights are off until someone walks through. Also, in my apartment building (and I've noticed this in other places, too), the light for the stairwell is normally off, unless you turn it on, and then it is on a timer and goes off after a few minutes...long enough for you to get where you are going. A lot of times I forget to turn it on...whereas in the states people are always forgetting to turn lights OFF.
--Artificial heating and cooling are very rare here, especially air conditioning. People always seem shocked when I say that most people in New Mexico have some kind of A/C. Pretty much no one has it here, at least in living spaces. Granted, it's rarely 100 degrees here, but still...plus, a lot of people in the states use A/C when it's only like 80 (ie my roommate last year...drove me NUTS). Granted, this has more to do with the cost of energy and the fact that there are so many old buildings that are expensive to retrofit with good heating and cooling systems use than protecting the environment, but like I said, I think that a lot of things that are considered in the states to be pro-environment are just part of daily life here...
--Lastly, on my street, there is both an organic market and a little store that sells only free trade items. It's really cool. I think this is a relatively new thing, but I've noticed a lot of little organic stores, and even in the big grocery stores, you can generally find organic products. I can also get free trade coffee in the coffee machines at the university...and it costs the same as normal coffee. I like that (although I don't like that you have to get a tiny plastic cup from those machines and I'm pretty sure TONS of those cups get thrown away daily...)
And there are my thoughts/observations. Just in time for Blog Action Day to be over here (oops).
Good night!!
Oh well, I will survive.
More importantly, today is Blog Action Day, and I pledged to write about the environment. While the environment is kind of my issue in general, I've been sitting here wondering what to write about that would fit with my blog, and that wouldn't just be a rant about global warming or politics or whatever. So I started to think about the differences in the way environmental issues are addressed here compared to in the U.S.
--I almost feel like the environment is less of a talking point here than I am used to. Maybe that's because I go to the University of Oregon, and therefore am often surrounded by people who are really invested in protecting the environment, and because, for the most part, my friends and family are mostly all environmentalists in some form or another. But here, I hardly ever find myself in a discussion about environmental problems or how to address them. I don't say this because I think it's a bad thing that everyone doesn't talk about these issues...it's just an observation. I'm not sure what it implies, really. In some ways, I think a certain amount of consideration toward the environment is just part of people's lives in a defferent way here than it is in the states...
--For example, the open-air markets, one of my favorite things about being here. I love walking to the market and being surrounded by different vendors, many of whom are selling things that they produce. So many people buy their food in this way...where you communicate with the producers and you get a sense of what's in season and what isn't because, well, you can't buy the things that aren't in season. Also, when you are buying things fresh from producers, you get a lot less packaging, which I am totally down with.
--Decent public transportation. I love it. I think part of it is that I live in a big city, but really it's actually smaller in population than Albuquerque, and in Albuquerque it is almost essential that you have a car. Here, it's infinitely more of a pain to have a car than to take public transport. And you really can go pretty much anywhere you need to go. Also, there is the Velo'v system, which is awesome, and you see so many people riding bikes. I don't think that most people think of it as an environmental thing, though. You take the metro becuase it's there andbecause it's faster and cheaper than driving. You get a bike from Velo'v because it's fun and easy and cheap (and you can ride your bike home at 3 in the morning after you drink too much and have been dancing all night and the metro isn't running).
--A number of stores don't just give people plastic bags anymore. You have to buy them. At Decitre, the bookstore, you have to buy your bag for 10 cents if you want one. At this organic grocery store that I go to a lot, they are 3 cents. Before coming here, I usually took bags with my when I went grocery shopping, but now I really have to think about it because it would really suck to get there, get my stuff, and then have to pay for bags that I don't need because I have them at home. Also, so many people have these little carts that they use when they go shopping. It's kind of like a backpack on wheels. That way, you don't use any bags, AND it's much more practical if you are walking home or taking public transportation than if you have a bunch or plastic bags that are heavy and awkward (I saw this woman on the tram the other day with like six bags of groceries that she ended up just kind of plopping on the floor and hoped that no one stepped on them...)
--I've noticed a lot of lights with motion sensors and timers. At the university, in the hallways that don't get used much, all the lights are off until someone walks through. Also, in my apartment building (and I've noticed this in other places, too), the light for the stairwell is normally off, unless you turn it on, and then it is on a timer and goes off after a few minutes...long enough for you to get where you are going. A lot of times I forget to turn it on...whereas in the states people are always forgetting to turn lights OFF.
--Artificial heating and cooling are very rare here, especially air conditioning. People always seem shocked when I say that most people in New Mexico have some kind of A/C. Pretty much no one has it here, at least in living spaces. Granted, it's rarely 100 degrees here, but still...plus, a lot of people in the states use A/C when it's only like 80 (ie my roommate last year...drove me NUTS). Granted, this has more to do with the cost of energy and the fact that there are so many old buildings that are expensive to retrofit with good heating and cooling systems use than protecting the environment, but like I said, I think that a lot of things that are considered in the states to be pro-environment are just part of daily life here...
--Lastly, on my street, there is both an organic market and a little store that sells only free trade items. It's really cool. I think this is a relatively new thing, but I've noticed a lot of little organic stores, and even in the big grocery stores, you can generally find organic products. I can also get free trade coffee in the coffee machines at the university...and it costs the same as normal coffee. I like that (although I don't like that you have to get a tiny plastic cup from those machines and I'm pretty sure TONS of those cups get thrown away daily...)
And there are my thoughts/observations. Just in time for Blog Action Day to be over here (oops).
Good night!!
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Sharing is caring :-)
Ok, I know that's a cheesy title, but I'm ok with that...
So, on Thursdays I don't have any classes, so I try to make it a productive day. Also, since I am free in the evening, I've decided to make it a cooking day and to make something yummy, and maybe more time consuming than I would normally make. Since I've been craving things that remind me of home lately, I decided to tackle tortillas. I've never actually made them, what with having access to Frontier and all, but I figured it couldn't be THAT hard. And it really wasn't. Turns out I'm pretty good at making them, too. When I was done, I shared them with the family and they were all really impressed (even though Paul kept referring to them as kebab, because they are similar to the pita bread that they use at the kebab shops that are ALL OVER Lyon, and Europe in general, I hear). Wei thinks it's really cool that I cook kind of a lot and that I know how to make a lot of different things, and she likes to hang out in the kitchen and observe. And I like the company, so it works out.
Then, on Saturday morning, I made banana pancakes for everyone, and Wei helped. Before making them, I went to the market and bought fresh bananas, strawberries, and raspberries. Basically, they were amazing. It also gave the family an excuse to use the maply syrup they bought and never know what to do with. Which I am totally cool with cuz I LOVE maple syrup. Next time, whenever that is, Paul and Claudia are going to help so that they can learn how to make them, too. Yay for sharing recipes! And yay for pancakes. I hardly ever make them because you kind of have to make a lot of them, and I am often cooking for myself, so it's never worth it. But here I have six people who are more than happy to try new things.
After breakfast, Wei did her shopping for the week. She tends to go shopping and prepare a bunch of stuff for the coming week so that during the week she doesn't have to do a bunch of stuff. So I hung out with her while she chopped and steamed veggies and whatnot. She made these things that apparantly are really common in Taiwan. Basically, you take small tomatos, partially slice them, and stick a prune inside. She said that they make them a lot for kids in Taiwan to get them to eat tomatos (ha! I'm NOT the only wierdo who doesn't like tomatos). Anyway, in the name of trying new things, and because I didn't want to be rude when she offered them to me, I tried one, even though neither tomatos or prunes are very high on my list of favorite foods. Turns out they are kind of tasty. I think part of it is that my taste is changing, and I don't hate tomatos as much as I used to, but also the sweetness of the prunes kind of minimized the flavor of the tomato juice, which is what really bothers me.
Anyway, we all got to try new foods this weekend, and it was quite successful. And now that I know I can make tortillas, bring on the burritos!! And quesadillas, which I had last night. Not quite the same taste using emmenthal cheese instead of cheddar, but I have a little bit of green chile, and that was what was really important. I can get used to different kinds of cheese if I have to.
Next, I want to learn how to make quenelles, which are a very lyonnais sort of thing (Florence made them for me and Sarah). They are kind of like big hunks of pasta (no wonder I like them). Actually, no one really makes them, even though they can't be that hard, because I think they are mostly flour and water, but I guess it's a lot easier to buy them, and you can either buy them frozen or in jars at the grocery store, at the butcher shop (random...), or at the open air markets. Basically, they are everywhere. What I really want to learn how to make is the sauce, which Florence does make. It's kind of like a creamy tomato sauce. Basically, it's yummy and I think it would be cool to know how to make it, and it might be good with other things than just quenelles...
And that't my story about sharing...
Other random things:
(1) France lost the rugby game against England last night, which sucks because it was the semi-final and decided who would go to the championship game. They set up a giant screen at Place Bellecour (which is basically the heart of Lyon) this time, and there were tons of people there to watch the game and we stood there for 2 hours to watch a not terribly exciting game and then loose in the end. After the game, a lot of unhappy french people were breaking bottles all over the place. It was a little bit intimidating, I have to say.
(2) It's starting to get cold. And my room is especially cold because I never get any direct sunlight. Boo.
(3) Today I was supposed to go on a Beaujolais trip and wander around the countryside and taste wine from a local vineyard, but there ended up being a problem with our reservation, so we didn't get to go. Boo again.
(4) I watched the Disney version of Robin Hood this morning. I forgot how amazing that movie is.
(5) I finally signed up for Velo'v yesterday, which is the bike "rental" program in Lyon. You can get a bike pretty much anywhere and then drop it off wherever. They have pick up/drop off areas over town. I haven't really needed it lately because I live in such a central location, so I've been procrastinating it, but yesterday they did a thing where we could go sign up rather than sending in an application, which takes a while. So I went for it. I'm thinking about doing a little bike tour this afternoon, but I kind of like the idea of a lazy Sunday in my PJs...I guess we'll see.
So, on Thursdays I don't have any classes, so I try to make it a productive day. Also, since I am free in the evening, I've decided to make it a cooking day and to make something yummy, and maybe more time consuming than I would normally make. Since I've been craving things that remind me of home lately, I decided to tackle tortillas. I've never actually made them, what with having access to Frontier and all, but I figured it couldn't be THAT hard. And it really wasn't. Turns out I'm pretty good at making them, too. When I was done, I shared them with the family and they were all really impressed (even though Paul kept referring to them as kebab, because they are similar to the pita bread that they use at the kebab shops that are ALL OVER Lyon, and Europe in general, I hear). Wei thinks it's really cool that I cook kind of a lot and that I know how to make a lot of different things, and she likes to hang out in the kitchen and observe. And I like the company, so it works out.
Then, on Saturday morning, I made banana pancakes for everyone, and Wei helped. Before making them, I went to the market and bought fresh bananas, strawberries, and raspberries. Basically, they were amazing. It also gave the family an excuse to use the maply syrup they bought and never know what to do with. Which I am totally cool with cuz I LOVE maple syrup. Next time, whenever that is, Paul and Claudia are going to help so that they can learn how to make them, too. Yay for sharing recipes! And yay for pancakes. I hardly ever make them because you kind of have to make a lot of them, and I am often cooking for myself, so it's never worth it. But here I have six people who are more than happy to try new things.
After breakfast, Wei did her shopping for the week. She tends to go shopping and prepare a bunch of stuff for the coming week so that during the week she doesn't have to do a bunch of stuff. So I hung out with her while she chopped and steamed veggies and whatnot. She made these things that apparantly are really common in Taiwan. Basically, you take small tomatos, partially slice them, and stick a prune inside. She said that they make them a lot for kids in Taiwan to get them to eat tomatos (ha! I'm NOT the only wierdo who doesn't like tomatos). Anyway, in the name of trying new things, and because I didn't want to be rude when she offered them to me, I tried one, even though neither tomatos or prunes are very high on my list of favorite foods. Turns out they are kind of tasty. I think part of it is that my taste is changing, and I don't hate tomatos as much as I used to, but also the sweetness of the prunes kind of minimized the flavor of the tomato juice, which is what really bothers me.
Anyway, we all got to try new foods this weekend, and it was quite successful. And now that I know I can make tortillas, bring on the burritos!! And quesadillas, which I had last night. Not quite the same taste using emmenthal cheese instead of cheddar, but I have a little bit of green chile, and that was what was really important. I can get used to different kinds of cheese if I have to.
Next, I want to learn how to make quenelles, which are a very lyonnais sort of thing (Florence made them for me and Sarah). They are kind of like big hunks of pasta (no wonder I like them). Actually, no one really makes them, even though they can't be that hard, because I think they are mostly flour and water, but I guess it's a lot easier to buy them, and you can either buy them frozen or in jars at the grocery store, at the butcher shop (random...), or at the open air markets. Basically, they are everywhere. What I really want to learn how to make is the sauce, which Florence does make. It's kind of like a creamy tomato sauce. Basically, it's yummy and I think it would be cool to know how to make it, and it might be good with other things than just quenelles...
And that't my story about sharing...
Other random things:
(1) France lost the rugby game against England last night, which sucks because it was the semi-final and decided who would go to the championship game. They set up a giant screen at Place Bellecour (which is basically the heart of Lyon) this time, and there were tons of people there to watch the game and we stood there for 2 hours to watch a not terribly exciting game and then loose in the end. After the game, a lot of unhappy french people were breaking bottles all over the place. It was a little bit intimidating, I have to say.
(2) It's starting to get cold. And my room is especially cold because I never get any direct sunlight. Boo.
(3) Today I was supposed to go on a Beaujolais trip and wander around the countryside and taste wine from a local vineyard, but there ended up being a problem with our reservation, so we didn't get to go. Boo again.
(4) I watched the Disney version of Robin Hood this morning. I forgot how amazing that movie is.
(5) I finally signed up for Velo'v yesterday, which is the bike "rental" program in Lyon. You can get a bike pretty much anywhere and then drop it off wherever. They have pick up/drop off areas over town. I haven't really needed it lately because I live in such a central location, so I've been procrastinating it, but yesterday they did a thing where we could go sign up rather than sending in an application, which takes a while. So I went for it. I'm thinking about doing a little bike tour this afternoon, but I kind of like the idea of a lazy Sunday in my PJs...I guess we'll see.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Familiar faces...
...are pretty much the best thing ever.
My friend Sarah from Oregon has been traveling around Europe for the past few weeks, and I told her that she should come visit Lyon if she had the chance, and she worked it out so that she would come in yesterday afternoon and then leave again this morning. On Tuesday, I got a very happy surprise in the form of a phone call from her saying she would arrive that night. It was SO good for me to have someone around that I felt a homey connection too, especially considering I was starting to slip into serious homesickness. There are a bunch of other students from Oregon here, and occasionally we talk about the things we miss, like certain restaurants or places on campus or whatever, but it's really different to be able to talk about specific things, like common friends and the things that you have in common with a good friend. I don't know if that makes sense. I hope so.
Anyway, since she has been doing the touristy, visit all the famous churches thing that seems to happen whenever you go anywhere in Europe, we really just hung out. Yesterday afternoon, we wandered around town and I pointed out some of the major monuments and tourist attractions, but we kept on wandering and then had a YUMMY ice cream thing with Nutella and bananas and whipped cream (oh my!). Then we came home for a nap before I had to go to class (boo). Originally, I had planned to take her out to a traditionaly lyonnais restaurant to be the cool host, but Florence invited us to have dinner with the family, and seemed excited to have both of us, and the idea of a home cooked meal and family atmosphere was compelling to Sarah, who has been eating out and staying in youth hostels for two weeks. So, after my class, we sat down to dinner and ate quenelles, which are a traditional lyonnais dish, and probably what we would have ended up eating if we had gone out. Sidenote: before dinner, Florence was reading a book to Mathias, and Sarah and I got to be the audience. It was really hilarious. Mathias knew the story and he read the lines of the different animals that talk in the story and he was cracking up the entire time. I can't really put words to it, but it was fabulous to watch. Back to dinner...it was such a GREAT experience, mostly because of the various language barriers. Sarah knows a little bit of french, but it has largely been eclipsed by spanish, and Florence and Lionel know (and enjoy practicing) a little bit of english, and Claudia is learning english, but is still really shy about it. Everyone was just speaking in different languages and only half understanding each other, and it was simply amazing. And in the end, everyone had a really great time and there were hardly any awkward quiet moments. MUCH better than the two of us sitting in a restaurant chatting (not that that wouldn't have been cool too). After dinner, Sarah and I helped Claudia with her english homework, although really she is much better at english than she thinks and we only helped her a little bit with little grammatical/spelling things. Overally, highly successful evening.
For me, it was really comforting to have someone else's stuff all over my room, and a mattress on the floor and someone to chat with about all of our random thoughts on european life. I really do feel a lot better, and I'm kind of gonna miss the mattress taking up all of my floor space and those late night half asleep slumber party sort of conversations.
Also, I am thoroghly fascinated by and in love with my living situation, even more so than I was before. The Babot's are just such amazing people and they are SO welcoming and kind and...AH! Love it!! And Wei was so cool with me stealing the futon that is normally our couch and the three of us squishing around our little kitchen table at breakfast.
Anyway, I'm very happy right now.
Some random other thoughts that have been wandering around in my head:
(1) Florence is so cool (I realize that I have just kind of been saying this, but this is for a different reason)...On Wednesdays she and the kids have the day off, and she usually spends the day hanging out and running errands and being a mom/housewife. Every once in a while, though, she just decides to rearrange everything. A few weeks ago, it was the kitchen (which we tackled together), and yesterday it was the living room. I'm pretty sure that no piece of furniture in the room went untouched. I really like the new arrangement, and I just love that she does that. It really makes me want to do the same thin in my room, but my room is such that I'm not sure I could really move things and still have it work...Plus I think that the only other place my bed would fit is right by the window and that might get cold...We'll see though, I've kind of got the bug and I'm not sure how long I can shake it off.
(2) So I named this blog "vu de ma fenetre", which is a song title, but I don't actually see all that much from my window because I look out on a courtyard instead of the street, but I get the strangest noises. There is this guy right below me who is always sawing things and building random things, so I get those noises. Then, there's a lady upstairs who is a voice teacher, and so I often hear people singing and her playing the piano. Sometimes I hear kids playing in the courtyard too. Then there are always people talking at all hours of the night. I feel like around midnight, people gather down there and chat, but I never see anyone. It's bizarre.
(3) I'm making pancakes on Saturday morning and I'm REALLY excited
(4) On Tuesday, these two guys in my constitutional law class started talking to me, and they gave me a "french culture test"...ie they handed me a piece of paper and told me to write down the french singers/bands that I listen to. They were pretty impressed with my knowledge, and I even knew some people that they didn't go me. More importantly, YAY for having people to talk to in my classes, especially considering that they are in my "discussion section" of the constitutional law class and now maybe I can ask them to be my partner for one of the oral presentations, because I was really starting to stress about that.
(5) I really love tea. I realize this seems irrelevant, but there it is. Also, on the food note, I really love Prince cookies and they taste better in France than the ones I found in the states.
(6) I think my plant is dying and I can't figure out why. The leaves just keep falling off...I fail. Maybe I should have gotten something smaller...?
Ok...that's enough of that. Back to life.
My friend Sarah from Oregon has been traveling around Europe for the past few weeks, and I told her that she should come visit Lyon if she had the chance, and she worked it out so that she would come in yesterday afternoon and then leave again this morning. On Tuesday, I got a very happy surprise in the form of a phone call from her saying she would arrive that night. It was SO good for me to have someone around that I felt a homey connection too, especially considering I was starting to slip into serious homesickness. There are a bunch of other students from Oregon here, and occasionally we talk about the things we miss, like certain restaurants or places on campus or whatever, but it's really different to be able to talk about specific things, like common friends and the things that you have in common with a good friend. I don't know if that makes sense. I hope so.
Anyway, since she has been doing the touristy, visit all the famous churches thing that seems to happen whenever you go anywhere in Europe, we really just hung out. Yesterday afternoon, we wandered around town and I pointed out some of the major monuments and tourist attractions, but we kept on wandering and then had a YUMMY ice cream thing with Nutella and bananas and whipped cream (oh my!). Then we came home for a nap before I had to go to class (boo). Originally, I had planned to take her out to a traditionaly lyonnais restaurant to be the cool host, but Florence invited us to have dinner with the family, and seemed excited to have both of us, and the idea of a home cooked meal and family atmosphere was compelling to Sarah, who has been eating out and staying in youth hostels for two weeks. So, after my class, we sat down to dinner and ate quenelles, which are a traditional lyonnais dish, and probably what we would have ended up eating if we had gone out. Sidenote: before dinner, Florence was reading a book to Mathias, and Sarah and I got to be the audience. It was really hilarious. Mathias knew the story and he read the lines of the different animals that talk in the story and he was cracking up the entire time. I can't really put words to it, but it was fabulous to watch. Back to dinner...it was such a GREAT experience, mostly because of the various language barriers. Sarah knows a little bit of french, but it has largely been eclipsed by spanish, and Florence and Lionel know (and enjoy practicing) a little bit of english, and Claudia is learning english, but is still really shy about it. Everyone was just speaking in different languages and only half understanding each other, and it was simply amazing. And in the end, everyone had a really great time and there were hardly any awkward quiet moments. MUCH better than the two of us sitting in a restaurant chatting (not that that wouldn't have been cool too). After dinner, Sarah and I helped Claudia with her english homework, although really she is much better at english than she thinks and we only helped her a little bit with little grammatical/spelling things. Overally, highly successful evening.
For me, it was really comforting to have someone else's stuff all over my room, and a mattress on the floor and someone to chat with about all of our random thoughts on european life. I really do feel a lot better, and I'm kind of gonna miss the mattress taking up all of my floor space and those late night half asleep slumber party sort of conversations.
Also, I am thoroghly fascinated by and in love with my living situation, even more so than I was before. The Babot's are just such amazing people and they are SO welcoming and kind and...AH! Love it!! And Wei was so cool with me stealing the futon that is normally our couch and the three of us squishing around our little kitchen table at breakfast.
Anyway, I'm very happy right now.
Some random other thoughts that have been wandering around in my head:
(1) Florence is so cool (I realize that I have just kind of been saying this, but this is for a different reason)...On Wednesdays she and the kids have the day off, and she usually spends the day hanging out and running errands and being a mom/housewife. Every once in a while, though, she just decides to rearrange everything. A few weeks ago, it was the kitchen (which we tackled together), and yesterday it was the living room. I'm pretty sure that no piece of furniture in the room went untouched. I really like the new arrangement, and I just love that she does that. It really makes me want to do the same thin in my room, but my room is such that I'm not sure I could really move things and still have it work...Plus I think that the only other place my bed would fit is right by the window and that might get cold...We'll see though, I've kind of got the bug and I'm not sure how long I can shake it off.
(2) So I named this blog "vu de ma fenetre", which is a song title, but I don't actually see all that much from my window because I look out on a courtyard instead of the street, but I get the strangest noises. There is this guy right below me who is always sawing things and building random things, so I get those noises. Then, there's a lady upstairs who is a voice teacher, and so I often hear people singing and her playing the piano. Sometimes I hear kids playing in the courtyard too. Then there are always people talking at all hours of the night. I feel like around midnight, people gather down there and chat, but I never see anyone. It's bizarre.
(3) I'm making pancakes on Saturday morning and I'm REALLY excited
(4) On Tuesday, these two guys in my constitutional law class started talking to me, and they gave me a "french culture test"...ie they handed me a piece of paper and told me to write down the french singers/bands that I listen to. They were pretty impressed with my knowledge, and I even knew some people that they didn't go me. More importantly, YAY for having people to talk to in my classes, especially considering that they are in my "discussion section" of the constitutional law class and now maybe I can ask them to be my partner for one of the oral presentations, because I was really starting to stress about that.
(5) I really love tea. I realize this seems irrelevant, but there it is. Also, on the food note, I really love Prince cookies and they taste better in France than the ones I found in the states.
(6) I think my plant is dying and I can't figure out why. The leaves just keep falling off...I fail. Maybe I should have gotten something smaller...?
Ok...that's enough of that. Back to life.
Monday, October 8, 2007
overwhelmed
Well here I am...finally, after six weeks, giving in to homesickness and all I really want to do is spend the day curled up in bed being melancholy. And to think that I woke up almost 3 hours ago ready to face a productive day of errands and getting stuff done. Boo.
Anyway, in order to cheer myself up a little by not wallowing, here is my weekend, which was a LOT of fun:
On Friday, after my Portuguese class, I went to the bookstore at Part Dieu (this ginormous mall in Lyon) to look for a copy of our book for class, but they were out (sad). The important part of that story, though, is that I now have a friend in France (that isn't American or related to one of the host families I have stayed with). Her name is Hélène and she is studying economics at Lyon 2. We are some of the only people in the Portuguese class that aren't taking it as part of a language degree. Anyway, she is really nice! That has been a good class for meeting people. I'm glad I decided to take it :-)
Friday night I ended up going out with some friends from UO. It was actually kind of lame because we sat in a park and then wandered around and ended up in a crowded smoky bar and then no one could agree on what to do so we ended up standing around for way too long and then I came home at like 4am. Despite all that, it was nice to just be out with friends, which I haven't been doing much lately.
Saturday morning there was a yard sale along one of the streets by my apartment. Since no one actually has garages or yards, they blocked off at least 6 blocks and people set up tables and sold stuff. My roommate and I wandered around for about 2 hours and didn't buy anything, but it was a really festive atmosphere, so it was all good. Afterwards, I went to the open air market nearby and bought fresh fruits and veggies (yum!). Then I ate lunch and toor a nap, because I didn't get enough sleep. Then it was off to Place des Terreaux to watch the rugby game (see previous post). That was a lot of fun!
I spent yesterday with the Roys, the host family that I stayed with 3 years ago. It was Stéphane, their oldest son's 17th birthday, and they had a big lunch with all of their family out at their "country house". Their was delicious food and delicious wine and, much like the times I have spent with the Babot's families, everyone was really nice and made me feel like part of the family. It was funny because Céline the oldest daughter, who is a year younger than me, was at Place des Terreaux on Saturday night too. Their were tons of people there, so it's not surprising that we didn't see each other, but it was kind of nice to have one of those small world kind of moments. Also, Céline said that next time she is going out with friends, she will invite me so that I can get to know more people my age. Woot!
Basically, excellent weekend, but I think the overwhelmingness of it all, combined with emails from home (and the fact that I'm missing the balloon fiesta) and today being my sister's birthday and a number of other things all hitting me at once is a little too much for me. If you are reading this, chances are I miss you a lot and I hope you are doing well!!!
Ok, now I really am going to try to be productive.
*MUAH*
Anyway, in order to cheer myself up a little by not wallowing, here is my weekend, which was a LOT of fun:
On Friday, after my Portuguese class, I went to the bookstore at Part Dieu (this ginormous mall in Lyon) to look for a copy of our book for class, but they were out (sad). The important part of that story, though, is that I now have a friend in France (that isn't American or related to one of the host families I have stayed with). Her name is Hélène and she is studying economics at Lyon 2. We are some of the only people in the Portuguese class that aren't taking it as part of a language degree. Anyway, she is really nice! That has been a good class for meeting people. I'm glad I decided to take it :-)
Friday night I ended up going out with some friends from UO. It was actually kind of lame because we sat in a park and then wandered around and ended up in a crowded smoky bar and then no one could agree on what to do so we ended up standing around for way too long and then I came home at like 4am. Despite all that, it was nice to just be out with friends, which I haven't been doing much lately.
Saturday morning there was a yard sale along one of the streets by my apartment. Since no one actually has garages or yards, they blocked off at least 6 blocks and people set up tables and sold stuff. My roommate and I wandered around for about 2 hours and didn't buy anything, but it was a really festive atmosphere, so it was all good. Afterwards, I went to the open air market nearby and bought fresh fruits and veggies (yum!). Then I ate lunch and toor a nap, because I didn't get enough sleep. Then it was off to Place des Terreaux to watch the rugby game (see previous post). That was a lot of fun!
I spent yesterday with the Roys, the host family that I stayed with 3 years ago. It was Stéphane, their oldest son's 17th birthday, and they had a big lunch with all of their family out at their "country house". Their was delicious food and delicious wine and, much like the times I have spent with the Babot's families, everyone was really nice and made me feel like part of the family. It was funny because Céline the oldest daughter, who is a year younger than me, was at Place des Terreaux on Saturday night too. Their were tons of people there, so it's not surprising that we didn't see each other, but it was kind of nice to have one of those small world kind of moments. Also, Céline said that next time she is going out with friends, she will invite me so that I can get to know more people my age. Woot!
Basically, excellent weekend, but I think the overwhelmingness of it all, combined with emails from home (and the fact that I'm missing the balloon fiesta) and today being my sister's birthday and a number of other things all hitting me at once is a little too much for me. If you are reading this, chances are I miss you a lot and I hope you are doing well!!!
Ok, now I really am going to try to be productive.
*MUAH*
Sunday, October 7, 2007
allez les bleus!!!
I just got home from Place de Terreaux, which is this big square in front of the Hotel de Ville (basically city hall), where they set up a giant screen to show the France-New Zealand rugby match. It was crazy how many people were there!!!!
After a really good game, France won!!!! Yay for two upset games in one day!!! It was CRAZY after the game. Everyone was running around being excited. Fun times!
Anyway, time for bed, but I thought I'd document the moment.
After a really good game, France won!!!! Yay for two upset games in one day!!! It was CRAZY after the game. Everyone was running around being excited. Fun times!
Anyway, time for bed, but I thought I'd document the moment.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
The supreme joy of a good salad
So one of the best things ever is that on Wednesday mornings when I am coming home from my jazz class, there is an open-air market conveniently located at the metro stop closest to my apartment. So today I went to pick up goodies for lunch. First, I went to this booth where they had a bazillion kinds of olives and other marinated stuff like artichoke hearts and peppers and dolmas and stuff. The guy had me taste all the different kinds of olives before I picked which ones I wanted (score!). Next I bought some fresh fruits and veggies and then some cheese. All of the vendors are super friendly and it's so much better than going to a grocery store!!! Plus it's really not expensive at all :-)
I came home and showered and then made this delicious salad with lettuce and cucumbers and tomatos and olives and goat cheese and oil and vinegar. It was the best thing ever!! I feel like I keep having the same conversation with my friends about how we keep craving a good salad and how a good salad is so satisfying. It's so true. Go on, try it, it will make you feel better.
Ok, so I just felt i should share that, and now I shall try to catch up with what's been going on since I last posted. This past weekend I went to Geneva with some other American students. We took the train over on Saturday morning and stayed at a youth hostel and came back Sunday afternoon. It was a lot of fun! We went to the UN building and the History of Science Museum, and then we wandered around Lake Geneva and saw Jet d'eau and explored the city a bit. Then it was back to the hostel for naps before dinner. We ended up at this Vietnamese restaurant, which was pretty random but delicious. Not really knowing anything about Swiss nightlife, we hung out at a bar for a while and then got ice cream and headed back to the hostel to eat it and hang out. Then on Sunday we explored some more and saw the Cathédrale Saint-Pierre, and the Reformation wall. We also found giant chess and checkers boards. It was pretty awesome. Then it was time for lunch and chocolate and then we all just kind of chilled by the lake and watched these guys juggle for a couple of hours before grabbing our stuff and heading to the train station. On the way back, our train broke down (apparantly there was a broken door, which made it impossible for the train to move? Um...riiighhhtt) and we were stuck at some random little train station forever. Finally, after waiting for almost 3 hours, we got on a different train and made it back to Lyon. Overall, it was quite an adventure and I had a really great time. Plus, I was there with people I didn't know (mostly from Penn), so I made new friends, too! Yay!
On a less exciting note, I have been sick since about last Thursday and spending a weekend running around probably didn't help, but I'm surviving. I've been living on Emergen-C, which I'm almost out of, but I think it's ok because I should be better about the time that it's gone :-P
Other than that, I've mostly been doing the school thing...I think I've finally got my schedule worked out and set, which is comforting. This is also my first week of not really doing a homestay (ie I don't eat with the family and I'm responsible for getting/making food and doing laundry on my own and stuff). It's nice to have the freedom to do my own thing and I love running to the bakery early in the morning and getting fresh bread for breakfast and going to the market for fresh veggies, but it's kind of lonely to go from eating with a family of 5 to eating by myself. Although really not much has changed because last night I ate with the family (I'm going to eat dinner with them on Tuesdays) and then hung out with them and watched a movie.
Tonight I'm going to dinner at this family's house that I don't know. There is a program called Lyon International that has activities for people from other countries that are living/working/studying in Lyon. One of the main things they do is pair people with a Lyonnais family and you go eat dinner with them. I don't know anything about them, but i talked to the son the other day on the phone and he sounds like he might be about my age and was really nice on the phone at least. I guess we'll see :-)
Um...I think that's about it. Oh, except this funny little story...My roommate, Wei, is working on her master's in linguistics, and I guess they have to come up with a project where they study someone and write about them or something (clearly, I am not a linguistics person...). So anyway, the other day she asked me if I would be her subject. I guess her topic is nonnative speakers and how they interact in a family setting. So last night, she recorded dinner with the family. It was funny because Matthias, the youngest of the kids, kept turning around in his chair and staring at the camera and any time that we weren't talking felt really awkward, even when it doesn't usually. It's kind of bizarre to be someone's subject for a research project, but cool at the same time.
hehe
ok, now I'm going to do some homework (ick)
*bisous*
I came home and showered and then made this delicious salad with lettuce and cucumbers and tomatos and olives and goat cheese and oil and vinegar. It was the best thing ever!! I feel like I keep having the same conversation with my friends about how we keep craving a good salad and how a good salad is so satisfying. It's so true. Go on, try it, it will make you feel better.
Ok, so I just felt i should share that, and now I shall try to catch up with what's been going on since I last posted. This past weekend I went to Geneva with some other American students. We took the train over on Saturday morning and stayed at a youth hostel and came back Sunday afternoon. It was a lot of fun! We went to the UN building and the History of Science Museum, and then we wandered around Lake Geneva and saw Jet d'eau and explored the city a bit. Then it was back to the hostel for naps before dinner. We ended up at this Vietnamese restaurant, which was pretty random but delicious. Not really knowing anything about Swiss nightlife, we hung out at a bar for a while and then got ice cream and headed back to the hostel to eat it and hang out. Then on Sunday we explored some more and saw the Cathédrale Saint-Pierre, and the Reformation wall. We also found giant chess and checkers boards. It was pretty awesome. Then it was time for lunch and chocolate and then we all just kind of chilled by the lake and watched these guys juggle for a couple of hours before grabbing our stuff and heading to the train station. On the way back, our train broke down (apparantly there was a broken door, which made it impossible for the train to move? Um...riiighhhtt) and we were stuck at some random little train station forever. Finally, after waiting for almost 3 hours, we got on a different train and made it back to Lyon. Overall, it was quite an adventure and I had a really great time. Plus, I was there with people I didn't know (mostly from Penn), so I made new friends, too! Yay!
On a less exciting note, I have been sick since about last Thursday and spending a weekend running around probably didn't help, but I'm surviving. I've been living on Emergen-C, which I'm almost out of, but I think it's ok because I should be better about the time that it's gone :-P
Other than that, I've mostly been doing the school thing...I think I've finally got my schedule worked out and set, which is comforting. This is also my first week of not really doing a homestay (ie I don't eat with the family and I'm responsible for getting/making food and doing laundry on my own and stuff). It's nice to have the freedom to do my own thing and I love running to the bakery early in the morning and getting fresh bread for breakfast and going to the market for fresh veggies, but it's kind of lonely to go from eating with a family of 5 to eating by myself. Although really not much has changed because last night I ate with the family (I'm going to eat dinner with them on Tuesdays) and then hung out with them and watched a movie.
Tonight I'm going to dinner at this family's house that I don't know. There is a program called Lyon International that has activities for people from other countries that are living/working/studying in Lyon. One of the main things they do is pair people with a Lyonnais family and you go eat dinner with them. I don't know anything about them, but i talked to the son the other day on the phone and he sounds like he might be about my age and was really nice on the phone at least. I guess we'll see :-)
Um...I think that's about it. Oh, except this funny little story...My roommate, Wei, is working on her master's in linguistics, and I guess they have to come up with a project where they study someone and write about them or something (clearly, I am not a linguistics person...). So anyway, the other day she asked me if I would be her subject. I guess her topic is nonnative speakers and how they interact in a family setting. So last night, she recorded dinner with the family. It was funny because Matthias, the youngest of the kids, kept turning around in his chair and staring at the camera and any time that we weren't talking felt really awkward, even when it doesn't usually. It's kind of bizarre to be someone's subject for a research project, but cool at the same time.
hehe
ok, now I'm going to do some homework (ick)
*bisous*
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