So. What have I learnt after just 6 jours a la France? Alors... my Dawson's Creek DVD comes with French subtitles? You can buy a bag of crisps the size of a small child for less than a euro? My name sounds like a local delicacy meaning I get laughed at frequently when introducing myself..? Oui. All of that, PLUS, living in France is hard!
Some people are friendly. These 'people' frequently include les hommes. Les hommes francais are maybe a little too friendly.
Another lesson I've learnt is that all French people are totally incomprehensible until they have repeated something at least quatre times!
In the last week I have explored Le Mans, une ville about une heure to the South of gay Paris. I'm staying in a hostel where alcohol is totalement banned, and I'm not allowed friends in my petit studio after 9pm... Along with having to get up for school, whatever the context, I feel like a ten year old again.
But suddenly having the responsibility to shape about half a percent of a child's mind (if that) actually feels like quite a burden... Naaahh.
I'm writing this up on STUPID LINEY FRENCH PAPER, which I appreciate about as little as the STUPID FRENCH BASS FILLED MUSIC that is thumping through the walls after my 13 hour day at work, when I have to get up at 6am again tomorrow.
Other stuff in France is less stupid though. Comme du vin, du pain, du Boursin.
Much love and whatnot,
H x