Day 2 - Lazy Day and French Telly

As you can tell from the title, today was a chill day. Nothing significant happened today, really.

Three friends (you know who you are!) got to see my new home today. I showed it from top to bottom, starting from my cozy little room and going through the other four bedrooms, 2 toilets, two baths, the kitchen, the living/dining room and the downstairs closet filled with shoes and "winter" attire.

Last night we had pasta for dinner, but today was more French. A traditional Brittanese (Bretagnese) dish : galettes (a.k.a. crêpes) with an egg, some cheese and '(traditionally) ham. I had mine without. It was delicious. And so easy to make!! Just stick everything on a frying pan (remember to add oil first!), crêpe first, then the egg, season with salt and pepper, add toppings and before the egg is fully cooked, fold in half and serve.

My family doesn't drink wine with their meals, which is fine by me, but I find it odd to be in France and not have a bottle of wine at the table. But that's just me!

French telly is no different from Finnish or English telly, except they dub EVERYTHING! Last night I watched NCIS with the family. In FRENCH! It was an odd experience. Tonight we watched some French program. It may have been a film, but I may never find out. I can live with that. I was pleasantly surprised to find I understood quite a bit of the conversations between the characters if I concentrated VERY hard. The language is difficult I tells ya!

We also played cards earlier today with Marie. She taught me a new game. (The name is scrambled up in little bits and pieces in my confused little brain, si I cannot recall the name of the game. Haha, that rhymes!! :D) I already knew one of the games she "taught" me, but it was difficult to explain I knew if already when I realised. Again, the language barrier. Dictionnaries come in handy, but I dislike using them as they are so slow that if you're explaining something, once you find the word, you don't remember why you were looking for it, you just know it was important 30 seconds ago! Ergo, I don't use them at the best of times. I get by using my hands instead of my mouth, kind of waving them about, hoping someone will understand my very unimportant point.

Gotta get some zzz's, so a good night to all and to all a good night! Rosie out.

Day 1 - Hot Men and Alarm Clocks

I wake up this morning to the sound of my alarm clock at six a.m. I hit the snooze button, lay there for minute, realise I need to be at the airport in an hour and 15 minutes. I jump up, "un-snooze" my alarm clock, which happens to be my phone, and hit the shower.

I take the fastest shower known to mankind. I wash my hair, my face and shave quickly, without cutting myself, and I'm out. I walk quickly, still dripping wet, to my room and scavange for the clothes I'd laid out last night.

I pull the compulsary STS t-shirt, an ugly green-black colour, on and grab a pair of clean socks off the floor. I go back to bed. I set the alarm to go off in five minutes and fall asleep instantaneously. I wake up four minutes later, fearing that I've missed the alarm. Hasn't happened and I try to get some sleep. As soon as I'm drifting off, the alarm sounds and I have to jump out of bed to avoid falling asleep again, and REALLY missing the alarm.

I slap some lotion on to my face and go hunt for food in the kitchen. I hear my mum in the toilet, getting ready. By this time it's 20 past six. I mumble good morning and get a cheery yet somehow sad reply.

I find no edible food, so I opt for sour milk and buckwheat (talkkunajauho).

Iput on some mascara and I'm ready to leave after stuffing the last bits and pieces into the suitcase, weighing at 20.1kg, I'm proud to say!

We head out the door at six fifty, supposedly. Didn't happen. We left seven minutes later than we were "supposed to", at three to seven.

We drive to the airport and I board the plane along with three other exchange students, Salla, Iiris and I want to day Kristiina..? The last sitting behind us with another student, whose name is mysterious to me. We chat, Salla and Iiris and I, about whatever comes to mind. We ahve a great time and a lot of laughs. I vaguely remember seeing them at teh STS meeting/information session for the new exchange students.

As we start to land I begin to wonder what the rest of the day will bring. We get off and head for the loos, before directing our way through the airport to baggage claim. We locate out baggage and head for the exit. I shuffle along nervously, unknowing what to expect. We find the STS representative and I findd my family under the balloons the promised.

I instantly detect a language barrier. I mumble something alon the lines of Yes, the flight went well in french and walk along with them to their car, completely missing most of their conversation due to it being in French and me being in my own thoughts.

We get in the car and drive for an hour to my nouveau home. As we drive the scenery doesn't seem that different to the ones in Finland and England. I'm pleasantly surprised as they try to make awkward convesation without fail throughout the journey.

Skipping ahead a few hours of unpacking, introductions and lunch (them been horrified at how "little" I eat) we, Marie and I, head for her friend Marie-Pauline's house. Marion, another firend is also there. We have a muffin (yummy) and head off to town.

The centre of St. Germain is on a hill and we have to climb up a bazillion stairs and climb up hills to get to the centre. When we get there it's magnificent! The old mixed with the new, all the boulangeries and patisseries and people sitting outside cafés. It's just like I imagined France would be like! I didn't take any pictures as I was contempt on making the most of the trip. There were hot men EVERYWHERE! Everywhere you turn, another one would pop up from nowhere. This is my kind of paradise. I'd trade the white sand and blue lagoon for hot men any day! [There are at least 15 hot men for every fat person I counted. I could count all the fat people (mostly women) with both my hands, easy.]

I ended up buying a calander for school with a 50€. The cashiere wasn't too pleased. The "bagger" (he put my calander in the plastic bag) was trying not to laugh out loud, I could tell.

We walk around looking for stuff for the other girls, but soon we have to be getting back home.

We walk the long, winding roads back home and go inside to relax.

THE END

The funniest thing I saw today would have to be a company calles Emeth Distrubution. Now, that's not funny in that context, but I couldn't see the "e" in front of "meth" as we were drivng until later.. Make up your own conclusions..!

Well, that's the day so far. We'll see what tomorrow brings!

Tomorrow!!!

So the flight is tomorrow morning at 0925 (I think?!). I'm getting really excited (and a bit nervous)! My whole family's driving me to the airport at like 0715. I hope I don't cry. I may. I'll try not to. I'm gonna miss all my mates and I just want to say I love you all!! <3

I start school on the third of September. I don't need to buy any of the books for school because I can borrow them from the school. Unless they're damaged. 

I'm watching YouTube videos at the moment. Shay Carl : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ki8sjuVFuk&feature=sub. Hilarious. Cracks me up every day!

I gotta go watch some movie with the family.