What weekend?
Mon dieu, mes amis, quel week-end occupé ! Really, the only way I can think of (besides writing a novella, which you wouldn’t read anyway) to recount anything without a) sounding like an idiot, b) starting to write and promptly forgetting everything that happened or c) making everything up, is to make a list. Très boring, I know, but I promise to try and make it more interesting than, say, a shopping list.
*The entire week was crazy, with massive amounts of students in and out of the Centre Oregon trying to pick their classes for this term, which starts today. The French university system is very different, and you don’t so much pick your classes as have them chosen for you by your major. This means that there’s no general schedule published, and foreign students don’t know what they’re taking until the last minute. Let’s just say that some have dealt with that stress better than others. I made it through the week without hiding under my desk, but just barely.
*Friday afternoon Taza and I had ice cream, just as it turned from a warm day to a cloudy and cool day. We’re good like that. For the record, you should all eat caramel buerre salée ice cream. Trust me.
*Maria made a peach pie, which I ventured out to her house to eat. When I couldn’t find the apartment, her roommate leaned out of the window to direct me in. The pie was good, and I also had organic wine.
*After said pie, we started the cross-Lyon trek that included us picking up people at various locations. Group assembled, we headed to a lovely bar in Vieux Lyon where I enjoyed the “punch” maison (mmm, cinnamon) and may have told them I would play in a pétanque tournament. But I don’t think that I’m actually signed up. hmmm. I should figure that out. Theeeen, I ended up walking home again. And it rained. But I wasn’t by myself (don’t worry mom!) Also, a very drunk student called me at 1am, while I was still walking, which was, umm, interesting?
*Saturday was the Centre Oregon Scavenger Hunt (written and produced by yours truly). Half of the group showed up on a ridiculously windy day to run all over Lyon finding things. It was also day 1 of the Journées du Patrimoine, a weekend celebrating the cultural legacy of Europe. Basically, lots of stuff is open and free. This year’s theme was “J’aime mon patrimoine,” and seriously? I don’t think anyone needs to worry, because the Lyonnais seem to LOVE their patrimoine, as evidenced by the fact that I couldn’t get in ANYWHERE because the lines were too long! I did, though, find Monoprix.
*Saturday night was Marc-didn’t-forget-that-we-had-plans-night, which ended with us, half a pitcher of sangria, a Spanish bar, me constantly reminding Marc that I had to take the metro home, a discussion of African dance classes, Brazilian music and me finally getting to take the metro home.
*Sunday? I recovered from the weekend. No, really. And I did laundry, but at night, which made the drying-on-the-balcony thing hard. Especially when it started to rain.
And that, people, is the short version.
*The entire week was crazy, with massive amounts of students in and out of the Centre Oregon trying to pick their classes for this term, which starts today. The French university system is very different, and you don’t so much pick your classes as have them chosen for you by your major. This means that there’s no general schedule published, and foreign students don’t know what they’re taking until the last minute. Let’s just say that some have dealt with that stress better than others. I made it through the week without hiding under my desk, but just barely.
*Friday afternoon Taza and I had ice cream, just as it turned from a warm day to a cloudy and cool day. We’re good like that. For the record, you should all eat caramel buerre salée ice cream. Trust me.
*Maria made a peach pie, which I ventured out to her house to eat. When I couldn’t find the apartment, her roommate leaned out of the window to direct me in. The pie was good, and I also had organic wine.
*After said pie, we started the cross-Lyon trek that included us picking up people at various locations. Group assembled, we headed to a lovely bar in Vieux Lyon where I enjoyed the “punch” maison (mmm, cinnamon) and may have told them I would play in a pétanque tournament. But I don’t think that I’m actually signed up. hmmm. I should figure that out. Theeeen, I ended up walking home again. And it rained. But I wasn’t by myself (don’t worry mom!) Also, a very drunk student called me at 1am, while I was still walking, which was, umm, interesting?
*Saturday was the Centre Oregon Scavenger Hunt (written and produced by yours truly). Half of the group showed up on a ridiculously windy day to run all over Lyon finding things. It was also day 1 of the Journées du Patrimoine, a weekend celebrating the cultural legacy of Europe. Basically, lots of stuff is open and free. This year’s theme was “J’aime mon patrimoine,” and seriously? I don’t think anyone needs to worry, because the Lyonnais seem to LOVE their patrimoine, as evidenced by the fact that I couldn’t get in ANYWHERE because the lines were too long! I did, though, find Monoprix.
*Saturday night was Marc-didn’t-forget-that-we-had-plans-night, which ended with us, half a pitcher of sangria, a Spanish bar, me constantly reminding Marc that I had to take the metro home, a discussion of African dance classes, Brazilian music and me finally getting to take the metro home.
*Sunday? I recovered from the weekend. No, really. And I did laundry, but at night, which made the drying-on-the-balcony thing hard. Especially when it started to rain.
And that, people, is the short version.
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Ahh, the Monoprix...is there anything they DON'T sell? :)
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