The End is Near

It is bizarre to think that I am coming up on my last few weeks in Europe, I just got back from the last of my planned trips, and have to start buckling down for exams next week.

Sadly, after just under five days speaking English with people that didn't even have the same accent as me, my host family says I have my English accent back when I speak French. Oops!

It was strange to be in English speaking countries (Ireland and Scotland) the last several days. I kept translating questions in my head, and then I realized there was no need! I also noticed that even their culture is more closely related to ours back home than the other countries I have visited. It felt like a little taste of what returning to home will be like.

Skylar and I spent last Tuesday night in Paris, and left our hostel at 5 a.m. to start the journey that would take us to Ireland. We spent the day exploring Dublin, which included a tour of the Guinness Storehouse where I poured the perfect pint. Even Skylar, who does not like beer, thought the tour was worthwhile.

Me being terrified I was going to spill Guinness everywhere. Notice the
instructor is laughing at me...

Didn't spill! Officially greatest Pour Master ever.

The people in Ireland are simply lovely. Everyone was super helpful, offering us assistance on the street when they saw us quizzically staring at our map. Their sweet accents made everything they said better.

We found our way to St. Patrick's Cathedral, and, as an SPC alum, I was obligated to stike a pose in front of it. I have now been to the one in Ireland, New York, and most importantly Kentucky.

We spent the night in our hostel, right down the street from the famous Temple bar, and were up early again the next day to explore the countryside. We made the excellent decision to take a guided tour of Wicklow National Park, which is just outside of Dublin.

First important discovery on this trip: I love sheep. I love them. Better yet, we came in the season where they all just had babies, so we got to se precious little lambs everywhere.

This picture is actually from Scotland, but I loved Irish and Scottish
sheep equally.

Our guide/driver knew EVERYTHING about Ireland. We not only learned about the land, but the history and culture too. He made lots of loving jokes about the English, and had many insights of life and the Irish way of living. We hiked to hidden lakes, and looked down upon green valleys filled with sheep. One of the best experiences was drinking fresh water from a stream. We ate Irish stew, practiced the Irish sport of hurling, and enjoyed rainbows after the frequent rains. I don't think I can adequatly describe how beautiful Ireland was. So I will just say this: no picture you have ever seen of Ireland does it's beauty justice, none.

They say the rivers look like they are
flowing with Guinness. I tried it. They are not.
It is water.

Happy, happy, happy to be in Ireland.

I was actually really sad to go, and a little worried that Scotland would not be quite as wonderful. Fear not. Scotland was awesome too.

After by far the easiest night of travel ever, we found ourselves the dramatically dark city of Edinburgh. We had to ask directions to our hostel at a fish and chips shop, and found it was right next to the city's dramatic castle. We woke up the next day, and grabbed some tea and breakfast at The Elephant Cafe, and then went on a walking tour of the city. The tour was really great, I would recommend it to anyone going somewhere where they are unsure what to do. You paid what you wanted  (they called it a 'tip' for your guide), and they really were able to show you the city and suggest things to do afterwards. Without it I don't think we would have known what to do with ourselves. The tour was informative but light, and I left feeling like I had gotten to really know the city.

We learned on the tour that in medieval times they would
 nail 'criminal's' ears to this in punishment.

We took another bus tour the following day, this time to the West Highlands. The tour was bigger and therefore a little less fun, but the guide was spunky and wore a kilt and recounted to us all four times he had been on TV in his wonderful Scottish burr.


Scotland was equally as beautiful as Ireland, but I think the difference lies in that Scotland seemed darker and more shrouded in mystery with all its misty mountains. Ireland, to me, seemed a bit lighter and open. Both were definitely worth exploring.

Our guide kept calling, what I considered to be a mountain "hills."
This is just the top portion of a "hill"

The Scottish accent was surprisingly a lot more difficult to understand than I thought it would be. Most people we had no problem understanding, but  there were a few that made me think it might be easier if we had been speaking French.

Highland Cow

In Scotland we also discovered the shortbread cookie. I think we must have eaten them at least every other meal. We also ate haggis, which was pretty good. Although, we were told there is a bit more regulation these days about what you can and cannot put in haggis. I also tried a Scottish Whiskey that was older than me by four years. It felt like I was breathing fire afterwards.

Haggis

In short, our quick trip was a huge sucess. I am even more obsessed with each place than I was before we left. However, I am looking forward to resting a while in Caen, and enjoying my last few weeks here, doing all the things I have loved so much about France.

I have mixed emotions that alternate between excitment for home and depression toward leaving all my adventures behind.

And then I traveled and traveled and traveled some more!

I cannot believe in less than a month my adventures in France will be over, and I will be back home in Kentucky. I had a few pangs of homesickness yesterday after reading all the posts on Facebook about the Derby, but then I remembered I am going to Ireland and Scotland this week and felt much better.

Our Spring Break was great, even though the rain seemed to follow us wherever we traveled. We left Friday night (April 19) and slept in Paris at the airport so we could catch our early flight in the morning. It was quite possibly the most miserable night of my life. I ended up laying on the floor (it was the most comfortable place) with my towel as a cover. I was freezing all night, and even tried wrapping an extra dress around me, to no avail. I know for a fact that the four of us looked ridiculous laying between the benches, because of the laughs we got from people in the morning.

I was still not optimistic about the trip in the morning, because I had to buy another plane ticket to Nice since the one I bought was for the previous day. Travel advice: Triple check all ticket dates, otherwise it might cost you $170 Euro...

The rest of the trip went swimmingly though. We traveled first to the south of France in Cannes (which is famous for its film festival.) We actually got to stay in hotels instead of hostels on this leg of the trip, which is definitely a luxury.

The old city in Cannes.

At the first hotel, the owner, Jean Michel was one of the most wonderful people I have ever met. He had white hair and a great big walrus mustache and went out of his way to ensure we enjoyed Cannes. Whether it was giving us four roses upon our arrival or giving us his cellphone number in case we had any problems after we checked out of his hotel, he was a wealth of information and general preciousness.

The combination of the mountains and beaches make Cannes almost too pretty to believe. There are boats and yachts everywhere, and we had fun deciding which yacht we would buy. Conveniently, Jessica's parents stayed at the Carlton when they visited, and in addition to meeting her lovely parents, we got to see inside the hotel where all the stars stay when they come to the film festival. We also went to this little island called Sainte Margaurite. It is so beautiful it is ridiculous. It was also the setting for the real events from the movie Man in the Iron Mask with Leonardo DeCaprio. I have not seen that movie, so the awesomeness is lost on me.

Sainte Marguerite

Our time in Cannes was so fun and relaxing that I was sad to leave.

And then I remembered we were headed to Spain.

We meet up with Patricia's friend Spencer in Madrid, and and she was nice enough to let us stay in her apartment for free!

I was buzzing with excitement to be in a country that spoke Spanish, and the country I had just studied the history of in class last semester. I kept trying to mix French in Spanish at first when I spoke with our taxi driver, form the airport, but it was nice to speak Spanish again. It felt familiar, and I realized that I had really missed speaking it.

We only had one full day to spend in Madrid, and we packed it with shopping, parks and food. Shopping in Spain is great, and way cheaper than in France. At La Puerta del Sol we ventured down each of the connecting streets to find shops. Even better than shopping at Zara was the parks of Madrid. We went to Retiro park just before it started raining again. We ate lots of traditional Spanish foods like tortilla, tapas, jamón, etc. We also went to San Ginés for churros and chocolate (it has been open since 1894).

After Madrid we headed to Barcelona, which may have been my favorite city we visited, even though it rained almost the entire time we were there. We went to the Boquería Market (by far the coolest market I have visited), walked up and down la Rambla, went to the beach, and checked out Gaudí 's architecture. I wasn't able to actually go inside Sagrada Familia, because tickets were sold out (buy them online the night before you want to go), but Barcelona is definitely on my list of places to re-visit so I can just go then :)

My delicious snack of chorizo and a fruit smoothie!

Sagrada Familia

We did get to Park Güell and, even though it was raining and I was in a poncho, it was one of the best parts of the trip. I think the rain may have actually made it more beautiful with the contrast in colors. Plus, I got a picture with the lizard, which was probably my number one priority for our trip to Barcelona.

Our last day in Barcelona was Jessica's birthday, and I went with her to Camp Nou—FC Barcelona's stadium which is the biggest in Europe. If you are ever watching a game, I have officially sat in the yellow 'E' of Barcelona. Be impressed.

Camp Nou

We left Barcelona for San Sebastian, our final destination. Sadly, it rained the whole time we were there, except for the last night. The first day it wasn't raining too hard, and we hiked up to a point that overlooks the beach and town. It was still raining the next day, but don't feel too sorry for us, because we went to la Perla (a spa) and got massages.

Skylar and I went back the next day to do the pool circuits. They have all these big pools of salt water with jacuzzis and machines that are supposed to massage you and help with your joints and circulation. For some people it looked like a religious experience, but Skylar and I just be-bopped around laughing at each other in our swim caps. Part of the circuit is running out to the ocean, and even though it was raining and cold, I made Skylar do it with me.

San Sebastian

Our last night in San Sebastian we sat on towels on the beach, because it was finally not raining, and enjoyed the view of everything lit up in the dark.

I was ready to come back to Caen though. It felt like coming home. I loved knowing exactly where I was, and to have my own room again.

I spent today with my host family, eating breakfast and visiting le Foire de Paque (a carnival). Marine actually got me to go on several rides, including a roller coaster. I think the last time I got on one was in middle school after my mom forced me to, and I am fairly certain I cried. There were no tears today, proof that France as turned me into a mature adult.

I just have to get through two days of class, and then I will be back in a country that speaks English. I think it is going to be overwhelming to be in a country where I can easily communicate with people, after over three months of French. I will probably still try to order meals in French :)

À la prochaine!

Did you forget I had this blog? Because I did!

I have been so busy traveling, going to class, meeting up with family, etc. that I have been remiss towards writing this blog. Apologies! I will try to catch you up!

First off, we went to the Loire Valley a few weeks back. The area is known for their wine and castles, and I can safely tell you that they deliver. We stayed in Blois, which is a small town about a 20 minute car ride from. Chambord. Other than our hostel being far from anything remotely interesting in the city, I loved Blois. We walked by the river, and ate at some amazing restaurants. They also have a castle in the center of town, and when we went to visit it, they were getting ready for the Carnival parade. So there were all sorts of crazy costumes and drums in the castle courtyard, and we got to watch some interesting dances before we toured the castle.

We had to take a taxi out to Chambord that Sunday, because the bus apparently does not run on Sundays (oops!). It was well worth the Euro we spent though; plus it was once again free admission with our visas. Chambord was the hunting lodge of François I, who, for all intents and purposes of a quick French history lesson, basically brought the Renaissance to France (including Leonardo de Vinci who supposedly designed the spiral staircase). We only got to glimpse a tiny piece of the Loire Valley, but what we did see was simply picturesque.

My friend Jessica and I at Chambord! Fun Fact: It was the
inspiration behind the Beast's castle in Disney's The Beauty
and the Beast.

The next weekend we went on a university excursion to Honfleur and Etretat. Honfleur is basically this adorable port-town, where we just walked around and squealed about how cute everything was, and I bought a doorknob (it's handmade and precious). And Etretat is a famous rock formation off some cliffs that many artists (such as Monet) have painted. The beach is made of large pebbles, and you can walk up a couple different sides of the cliffs for some stellar views. We also saw people filming some sort of low budget music video. I tried to get in the background, but they had a guy patrolling to stop people like me, so I resisted.The entire weekend was beautiful, and I am so happy that the university plans excursions to places I may not normally go to without them!

Etretat!

The week after that my Mom, Grandpa, and Granny stopped in Caen for five days. Unfortunately since I walk everywhere here, I was not always very efficient in figuring out what buses to take, which was not so great since it was freezing most of the time. However, regardless of the temperamental Normandy weather, we managed to see a lot of Caen, including le Abbaye aux Hommes. I was pleasantly surprised when we discovered William the Conquerer is buried there. We went to Bayeux Friday, and then had dinner with my wonderful host family. Saturday we split up. I went to Rouen to see where Joan of Arc was burned at the stake, and the cathedral from Madame Bovary. We also had an scrumptious lunch at the Beaux Arts Museum.  The family went to the Dday beaches, and we met back up for mass and dinner! Sunday I took them to our crêperie, to give them a taste of what may keep me from ever coming home :)

Place de Jean d'Arc. I find it a little disconcerting that there is
a carousel by the church that commemorates someone being
lit on fire. The shape of the church is supposed to look like flames.

Whew. You are almost caught up.

This past weekend we went with the university to the source of my url (let her eat gateau),Versailles, where I realized my camera had died, and that my shoe had a hole straight through the bottom. Despite all of this Versailles turned out to be one of the best trips. The interior of the castle is great. I am sure you could have guessed that. We power-walked through it though, because there were so many tourists, none of whom seemed to have any sense of personal space. After a quick "mirror pic" in le Galerie des Glaces, we found refuge in a restaurant for lunch, and then made our way to the gardens.

I know that while they were building this sumptuous palace, a lot of people had zero power and were starving, but I have to hand it to the French absolute monarchy of past, they knew how to build some awesome gardens. And the good news is that now everyone can enjoy them! Yay bourgeois!

The weather was beyond nice, and after being under the almost constant grey of beautiful Normandyfor three months, I almost couldn't handle it. You might not be able to truly appreciate this unless you have been in Caen this semester. We walked around the gardens for a little while, there are fountains around every corner, and in some parts you could smell the flowers from several yards away. However, by far the best part, was when we took a nap by the Grand Canal. But seriously, we lounged about like little Marie Antoinettes for a good two and a half hours. I even got a little sun on my face! I kept thinking I wonder how mad Louis XIV (who had Versailles built and thought he was so awesome he made is symbol the sun) would be if he could see a how many peasants were picnicking at his pretty little castle? There were people everywhere since the weather was so nice. They were playing classical music in some parts and in others people where just spontaneously singing and playing the guitar. I felt a like got a glimpse into how Marie Antoinette must have lived, until I noticed that the hole in my shoe had turned into a hole in my sock, and was making a hole in the bottom of my foot... so much for feeling like royalty :)

Photo from WikiMedia.
Versailles.

As you can see I have been very busy in the past weeks, but luckily this Friday starts my two week spring break! Considering I haven't been on a spring break trip since middle school, I think my plans will suffice. We will visit the south of France the first week and then some of Spain the second. I cannot wait to get to a beach,  park it, and do nothing except read and perhaps drink some lemonade.

Since I will be vacationing for two weeks, I would not expect another blog until after that! Can't wait to tell you about it all!

Brussels

 Last week went by crazy fast; we had two and a half snow days (Caen does not get much snow so when it does, the city can't cope). It felt like I had just gotten back from Paris when I left for Brussels, Belgium Friday night. We stayed at he Youth Hostel Van Gogh; apparently Van Gogh used to work there so you know, I guess thats cool :)

Brussels was a pretty calm trip. The majority of the time we were eating or just wandering around. The waffles are as good as they say. My favorite were the ones that had pearl sugar cooked in them. And they were only one euro! We also tried the famed fries, and ate seafood at Noordzee. We could not leave Belgium without trying the chocolate (Godiva is Belgian if that gives you any idea of its amazingness). The Chocolate Museum demonstrated how to make pralines. I definitely prefer eating the chocolates to making them. There is a lot of waiting involved in the making.

Above: Liege Belgian Waffle

Below: Fish soup and fried fish from Noordzee

We also visited the famous Grand Place; I wish we had been there in Spring when it is filled with a carpet of flowers, but it is still really pretty without them.  Manneken Pis is just around the corner, and way smaller than I thought he would be. There are huge remakes of him everywhere, but he is tiny. There is a woman whose job it is to make little costumes for him. They keep the costumes in the National Museum. He is a national hero. Legend says that he peed out some fire and saved the city. Belgium is a weird but wonderful place....

 We also stopped by the Atomium. Which was way bigger than I thought it would be, but also very strange looking. It is a giant cube made of metal balls and sticks.

Atomium

Getting back to France was a little crazy. We got to the train station early and saw our train had THA next to it, which the information worker informed us meant our train was canceled. Then the train office told us we were being transferred to a train that was leaving in five minutes. We sprinted to the train, but when we got on there were no more seats left, because there had been another canceled train. So my friend Skylar and I sat on the floor of the barroom car for the duration of the 90 minute train. Needless to say, I am happy to be back in Caen!

Oh hello Paris. Did you miss me?

It is snowing hard in Caen today. Normally, I am a big fan of snow. However, it made my walk home from class treacherous and, at times, almost impossible. By the time I got back to the apartment not only was my coat and scarf covered in snow, but my hair was literally frozen. Now that I am cozy and typing in bed, the snow seems much prettier and pleasant.

It's crazy to think just Saturday I was walking around Paris holding my winter coat because it was so warm. Even when I leave Louisville, I can't escape the weird weather changes.

Anyways... Paris was even better the second time around. We could navigate the city much easier since we recognized some of the streets, and we conquered the Metro system (after a few errors and the help of many Parisians.) We got to see a lot of sights, but we also took our time to just enjoy being in Paris.

We climbed the many stairs to Sacre Coeur, and after we went inside, we climbed even more stairs to go into the dome of the church. My ankles were shaking by the time we stopped at a café after. But the views of Paris from Sacre Coeur were amazing.

We also visited the Arc de Triomphe, and enjoyed more of the sunny day there. It was relaxing to sit on the Arc and watch all the cars zoom pass, and tourists take pictures while doing the peace sign.

I have discovered that I love a good statue.
We have got to get some of these in Louisville
and Bowling Green. I also think gold is a must.

Next we walked to the Musée D'Orsay, which personally I would rank above the Louvre. First, because we got in free with our student IDs, but also it is so much more manageable than the Louvre. You also aren't allowed to take pictures, which at first bummed me out, but I think it changes the dynamic of the museum. People looked at the art, and moved on. We didn't have to fight crowds to get around. Plus I recognized a lot more of the artwork. Next we had drinks at the museum restaurant. It was so nice to just sit and relax in such a beautiful room, and I mean beautiful. It had chandeliers, paintings on the ceiling and gold-leaf everywhere. All I could think of was how JD used to crawl on the floor at Kroger by the self-checkouts looking for change, and now I was sitting in a restaurant that looked like Marie Antoinette had designed it. By the time we finished gabbing the museum was closing.

I think my favorite thing to do in Paris is walk by the Seine River. The water is relaxing, with boats always going up and down it.  You pass all sorts of important places and can people-watch. Shakespeare and Company is close to the river, right by Notre Dame. I bought a couple of books and post cards there that they even stamped for me. I also feel the need to comment that it smelt really good in there, like books (no surprise). If intelligence had a smell, I am pretty sure that would be it. We hung out for a little while outside it too. There was a guy playing music and singing, and you could see Notre Dame all lit up.

I bought the third Lord of the Rings in English
and Le Petit Prince in French. I don't have time to tell
you all about this store, but you should definitely
google it, because it it pretty-darn-cool.

The next day we took the Metro to the Catacombs, and let me just say, I did not fully understand what a catacomb was until we were about halfway through them. If you don't know, it was basically an underground grave, with bones stacked everywhere. I am not normally one that enjoys going where exits are not readily available, but that catacombs were crazy-cool. I'm not sure who got stuck stacking all the bones, but they did a killer job (pun a little bit intended.) In some places the skulls where in the shape of a heart or cross. It's creepy to think that they are under your feet when you walk around above ground.

Just a little peak at the catacombs. Another google-worthy search.

Later we went back to see the rest of the Musée D'Orsay, and finally, made our way back to the train station to go home. I think this second trip to Paris was better, because we weren't so worried about seeing important sites, and just enjoyed being there. The city was less overwhelming, and seemed much smaller than the first time we went. I really hope I have a chance to go back one last time before the semester is over so that I can enjoy it even more!

This week it's back to trying to pronounce Rs, and talking about the French Revolution (apparently Marie Antoinette was beheaded at Place de la Concorde which we walked through several times on our trips to Paris. You can't sneeze here with out bumping into something historical!) And then this weekend I am off to Bruxelles!

An Adventuresome Weekend

 This weekend was packed with activities. Friday, we had Thanksgiving dinner for our Australian friend, Grace. It turned out surprisingly well. I expected us to fail a little, but I think we did America proud. We had turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, green beans, and rolls. There was also an amazing pumpkin cheesecake for dessert.

Saturday morning I got up early to meet my friends at the train station to leave for Mont Saint Michel. It was a convenient trip, considering I just gave a report on the Mont— today.

Fun Fact: I had first heard about Mont Saint Michel on Pinterest; I saw a pretty picture of a far away place, and pinned it so I could look at it later. Who knew that I would actually get to go see something I casually glanced over online!

Legend says that the Archangel, Saint Michel, appeared to Bishop Aubert in 708 telling him to build a church on what was then called, Mont Tombe. After Aubert ignored him two times, Saint Michel burned a hole in Aubert's skull on his third visit. After that, Aubert was ready to go and did as Saint Michel instructed. Since Aubert turned Mont Tombe to Mont St. Michel, it has undergone several additions to the abbey, fortified its walls during the 100 years war, and served as a prison during the French Revolution. Now it serves mainly as a tourist attraction. Although, several Benedictine brothers still inhabit the abbey.

After walking along the picturesque road and climbing lots and lots of stairs, we made it to the Abbey—which we got in for free thanks to our visas. It is still amazing to walk around in such historical places. I cannot imagine how they built such a wonder without all the technology we have today. Once we finished gawking at the abbey, we had a long lunch at a restaurant overlooking the water. It was a pretty spectacular Saturday. Point Normandy.

The weekend's adventures were not over yet. Sunday I had to get up early and meet at the University for a group trip to Bayeux and the D-Day Beaches. We went to Bayeux first, where we visited the Bayeux Tapestry that depicts William the Conquerer's journey to the throne of England. The tapestry is insanely long and detailed. We also had time to see the cathedral Notre Dame de Bayeux. It seems like every town here has ridiculously pretty churches. I am also pretty sure that if your European town does not hold host to an awesome historical event, then you must have been a field of sheep about ten years ago.

After lunch we left to head out to the Beaches of Normandy. We saw a lot of destinations I would never have thought to visit. We went to the point where you can see all of the beaches that the British, Canadian, and American troops landed. Then we went to a site that had German bunkers that you can actually crawl into. We then made our way to the American D-Day Memorial, which is technically on American soil (the French government gave the land to the US). It felt good to be home again in a way.

Everyone kept asking, from an American perspective, what it was like to visit the beaches. I think the best way to describe it is: bizarre. It was weird hearing the videos speaking English, after a month of always expecting to hear French. There was a group of young British students visiting and of course French speakers, but my heart always jumped when I heard someone with an American accent. One of the Americans I heard pretty much summed up my feelings. He said:

"You always hear about these sorts of things, but to actually see it is something else."

We (Americans) learn about all the wars that the US fought in, but they all seem distant, on a map and in time. Although I know WW2 was recent historically, I tend to categorize it along with all the other wars I have had to study. It is another page in my history book I have to memorize. The American Memorial is simple. There is a small museum, and then the cemetery. I think the cemetery is where the reality set in. Seeing all those white crosses and Stars of David, made me think that the people smiling in the pictures I had just seen in the museum, were here, in the ground.

It is, of course, unreal the amount of fatalities, and it  is definitely sad to think about. However,  I was overwhelmingly in awe. I was in awe of the sacrifice that was made, and the gravity of its importance. I felt a somber pride to be from a country that played such a major role in history. At the risk of sounding cliché, I felt very patriotic. America kicked some serious ass—along with its Allied forces. Looking down at Omaha Beach, I wondered if they ever thought that people would come and visit this place, probably not. I guess my American perspective on it all is through the rose colored glasses of a blessed individual, but as I looked toward the direction of the States (the direction that all the crosses face) I felt a sense of solidarity with my fellow citizens present and past.

After the memorial we went to Pointe Hoc, where you can still see the craters left by the  bombs. Besides being crazy-beautiful, it was haunting to think about the chaos that had rained on a place that I was taking pictures of with my friends.

I was exhausted by the time I made it home. I think I am still sore from all my adventures this weekend, but they were well worth it. The rest of the week will be much lighter in spirit. I plan on going to class, watching Modern Family, and preparing to return to Paris this weekend.

Whose life am I living?

Riquiqui

This week has been very relaxed, and filled with new French experiences. I have discovered my new favorite French word, riquiqui. Don't worry about what it means. I love it for the sounds alone. It has replaced concombre which I also liked due to its sound only.

Last Sunday was Elsa's birthday, and Tuesday night she had some friends over to celebrate. I tried a few interesting, but delicious appetizers, and also came to the realization that my professors must be speaking incredibly slow French to us in class. I was a little bit in awe about how few words I could understand from their rapid speech. However, it was kind of fun to guess what they were saying solely based off of their facial expressions and body language. I spoke a little English and Spanish, and very timidly some French. I will say it is always a confidence boost when you say something and people actually understand you. I was really glad I got to meet more French people, especially such friendly ones, and it motivates me to work hard to improve my French so that maybe at the end of the semester I will be able to understand it spoken at a normal pace.

I have been eating a lot of Kabobs lately, which are not of French origin, but the restaurants are everywhere. They are cheap and delectable. Especially now that I have been introduced to Samurai sauce. I really hope Louisville or Bowling Green has something to offer in the way of Kabobs, because they have become my replacement burrito while in France.

Moving on through the week, Thursday the University hosted a dinner of traditional Normandy food for students and their host-families. I accidentally left the house without my host family, because I thought I was meeting them there....Oops! The food was unsurprisingly delicious. I ate quiche, teurgoule, apple tartes, cheese, etc. Hurrah for Normandy!

Friday we got chinese. They served my dumplings in this cute little basket, so I am basically officially in love with that restaurant. Afterwards we went to the movies to see Gangster Squad. We were supposed to be going to one in English with French subtitles, but that was apparently a lie. Besides the names of American cities, the entire movie was in French. It actually turned out to be a lot of fun though. The movie is action packed, so even my friend Jessica, who started French this semester, could follow the story. It was a really great movie from what I could understand in French, so I can't imagine how good it would be in English where I would understand more of the dialogue.

Then on Saturday, we went to the World War II museum. It is really interesting and with our student IDs we got in for only 5 euro. We spent several hours there going through the museum, and then getting some coffee in the café. We went to our friend Grace's apartment for a raclette dinner which is basically the greatest way to eat meat, cheese and potatoes ever. You put the cheese underneath the burner to melt it, and then put all sorts of sliced meet to cook on top of it, like ham and salami. It's serve yourself, and awesome.

Today we got crepes at the crêperie where I think we are officially regulars since we have gone the past three weekends. I always order something different, and it is always delicious. I had a cheese and sausage one today with a side salad, and café au lait. Later, I played more card games with Marine and had another lesson in French pronunciation, concentrating on making that noise that sounds like you're hocking a loogie :) Then we went upstairs to watch the Bachelor in France (I can't believe Livia got to stay,) and to eat dinner.

Street in Caen on the way to the crêperie.

Tomorrow it is back to class, and hopefully the grocery!