There is yet another strike... How are you all? I am doing particularly well, besides the fact that there is a strike that will undoubtedly last until tuesday, if not longer. BUT, I should update you on what I did for the rest of my break besides going to Toulon.
After coming back from Toulon I decided that I wanted to rest in Paris and try to see as many "touristy" things as possible. I began reading the book "The Foutainhead" by Ayn Rand and it is a great book. I woke up every day around 9-10am, took a shower, made breakfast and read. Then, I took long walks all over the city. I saw Jardin de Tuileries, the Jardin du Luxembourg, and I climbed the Arc de Triomphe. I went to the Musee Branly, which is right behind the Eiffel Tower and contains artifacts from North and South America, Africa, Australia, and Asia from the 18th, 19th and 20th centuries. Then I went to the Musee Rodin and saw the sculpture of "The Thinker" or "Le Penseur" in french. I also visited the Centre Pompidou, which is the museum of Modern art here. We spent 2 hours there and only saw one floor. I also got some awesome falafel in the Marais, but I have already raved about that in earlier posts. There were some people staying in Paris for the break along with me, so I also got to hang out with them and check out some cool bars around town. All in all I had a fantastic week which I didn't want to end. Of course as soon as we came back to class there is another greve...
To give you a back story on the strike, Sarkozy came into office preaching drastic reforms for the French economy and society. He's the president of France and will be for the next seven years. He also has a prime minister, Francois Fillon. The prime minister in the past has expressed more power than the president but Sarkozy is different because he seems as though he wants to exercise more power than the prime minister. Anyway, one of his major reforms is that of the "regimes speciaux", which (I am pretty sure) are a different group of fonctionnaires. They are the ones who work the more "pressing" jobs, like running the metro. Right now, they get to retire at 55 years old, instead of later, and they also get some other nice deals after retirement. With Sarkozy's suggested reform, they will retire later and also lose 300 euros a month during retirement, which is a lot if you add it up. Naturally the workers do not want to give it up so they are viciously fighting against the reform, and have threatened to strike until they get their way, because when they strike it can affect the entire french economy if it goes on for long enough.
So..I bet you're wondering how I got to class today? Last time I walked all the way from my house to class, but I ended up walking a weird way which took me about an hour and a half. This time I was a little smarter, plus I had the help of my host "sister's" Razor scooter!! Yep, the mother said that I was allowed to borrow it, so I planned my route and off I went. I left my house around 7:30 this morning even though I didn't have class until 9:30 so that I could give myself extra time in case I got lost. I also wanted to try out the metro just in case, but it wasn't working at all. Some lines were alright, but my line (line 8) is very well unionized and there was one train about every hour, which is so slow!! On normal days they run 1 every 4 minutes during rush hour. I waited in a metro station for 30 minutes to see if I could catch a train, but by then it was already 8:30, so I just continued to scoot to class. It only took me about 40 minutes to an hour, and the weather was not too bad. I saw lots of people roller blading, biking and scooting to class. I also didn't get lost!! Even though I kind of enjoyed riding the scooter to class (no matter how ridiculous I looked) I still want the metro back. I guess this will force me to really explore the 7th arrondissement better because I won't have good access to other parts of town. Anywhoo, that's my short update. Sorry if it is a bit incoherent, I am not in the writing mood right now. talk to you later!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
TOULON
This weekend was probably one of my most memorable weekends here in France. I ventured by train to the very south of france to the city mention in the title to visit my host family and her parents and cousins. The beginning of the trip, however, didn't begin so splendidly.
Because I was finishing a midterm before I planned to leave, I stayed up the night before until about 1am, when I knew I had to wake up around 5am so that I could have enough time to finish packing, shower, have breakfast and get to the train station in plenty of time to figure out where I needed to go. I woke up 4 hours later, at 5am, groggy but ready to go. I finished packing my things and got ready to go. I wanted to leave my house at 6:30 so that I could get to the station at 7am, because my train was at 7:54am. I have never been to the Gare de Lyon before and it is a huge steel structure of confusing train portals. Being the nervous wreck that I can sometimes be, I practically ran around for 40 minutes trying to figure out where I needed to go because I was convinced that I was in the wrong place and that I'd miss my train. I also asked various people in shoddy, nervous french where I needed to go by showing them my train ticket. I finally boarded the train at 7:54 and everything was alright. The trip was beautiful because I got to see the french countryside. Plus the farther we got out of Paris the more sun there was. You people in Ohio should feel lucky if you think Ohio is a desolate wasteland with no sign of life for miles except cornfields and soybeans. France isn't really much different. Outside of Paris there is just farms and tiny towns scattered across the country. It's beautiful.
I arrived in Toulon a little after 12pm and took a taxi to my host mom's parents' house. I had no idea just how beautiful it was going to be, or how close it actually was going to be to the Mediterranean. We were a two minute drive from the beach, and from my window you could see the sea and distant mountains. I WAS IN AWE. I met her sister and her kids, and was oddly really comfortable around them. I have to note that I am still feeling awkward around my host mom and I don't know why. I was completely comfortable with the rest of her family, but I still feel like I have to prove myself to her or that I have to put on a facade. I don't know if it's me or her anymore that's making me feel this way. I should get over it, but knowing me I'll let it bother me until I die.
It was around 65-70 degrees for the time that I was there and the sun shined the entire time. The sky was magnificently blue and provided a striking contrast to the brown rolling hills beyond the sea. The wind was gentle enough that I could wear a tee shirt and jeans outside so that I could soak up the sun, because I have been deprived of clean air and sun for a while. I actually think Toulon is heaven. The first time that I saw the sea up close was indescribable. to be on the bank of the sea knowing that Spain, Italy, Africa and a slew of other countries lay beyond where I stood made me tingle. I could've spent hours just looking at the sea. The water was clear, but a little cold. I couldn't help but to be caught up in the sounds of the sea.
We walked along the shore of the sea for a long time and I watched the kids run around and discover little things hidden in the sand or rocks. We stopped for a while and the kids found some vines with which they turned into fishing rods, so any time we stopped they had to try to catch some fish. It was amusing to watch. Then I skipped stones into the sea for a while, which I could've gladly done for a lot longer, but the kids wanted to go. At the house I didn't do a whole lot except steal long glances at the sea and watch the kids play around the outside of the house. They found a lizard in the sink and put it in a bowl to play with it, but they soon got bored of it, and i secretly let it back into the "wild" of their bushes. I think the entire weekend I kept saying to myself over and over, "I can't believe I am here, in France, looking at the Mediterranean." I was stupefied for almost the whole weekend. We ate dinner a little later, which was nice because there were 11 of of and they were all chatting about their days and being happy to be together. I enjoyed it a lot. I like to be an unnoticed observer when I can. I was really tired after that day, so I went to bed around 10 and woke up the next day around 7:30am.
The morning was pretty uneventful. I just ate breakfast, read, wrote a bit, and then got my things together. We were all going to take a boat ride to another part of the shore so that we could go to the beach, have lunch and walk around. The boat ride was great because it was only one of the few times that I've ridden in a boat. I think I astound my host family with how little I've traveled (in europe and the U.S., that is, before I came to live with them), and how few times I have seen the ocean or the sea. I also baffle them that I am 20 years old and I haven't mastered an instrument or learned more than one other foreign language. I do feel a bit judged or looked down upon at times, but I don't care.
the beach was wonderful! It was sunny and warm and I took lots of pictures of the sea and of the kids. I even managed to get a picture of myself in front of the sea. After lunch, we took a walk along a really rocky shore, right on the sea. It was a little difficult walking on the huge rocks in my sandals, but I managed. I can't even describe it to you, the picture of the rocks we climbed over and the waves crashing against the ones just below. It was like a mini adventure. Heck it was an adventure for me. I want to do it all over again. My train was leaving at 6pm, so we left a little while after so that I could get to the station. it was a short but really great time in Toulon and I wish that I could live there right now. I think I am convinced that I live with the most perfect family in France. I think they're a little too perfect, though, and I am waiting for some big dark secret to emerge from the depths that might create scandal within their family. Then I look at them again, and realize that maybe there is such a thing as near perfection. That's not to say that I don't think my real family isn't perfect or isn't great, because I think they are and I wouldn't want them any other way. Every day I am more and more curious about how much money my host family makes! It's ridiculous. Here's my tally so far: A huge flat in Paris a block away from the Eiffel Tower, another home on the outskirts of Paris which they go to every once in a while to "get away," a house on the Mediterranean with 3 floors and a pool, a nice car, and lengthy travel experiences. Their kids also go to a private school and take piano lessons. Mind you the kids don't go to the piano teacher's house or office, but the teacher comes to them because they have a grand piano in their living room. I have the pleasure of listening to the dad play the piano when he comes home from work, and the not so much pleasure of listening to the kids barrel through their lessons. It's a good combination.
Now I am back in Paris and am planning on vigorously visiting as many museums and "touristy" places as I can and as I can afford. Most of the museums are free for me since I am a student, so I am thoroughly happy about that because my budget is plummeting. Hmm, have I exhausting everything that I want to say? I think so. I hope that you enjoyed my post!
Because I was finishing a midterm before I planned to leave, I stayed up the night before until about 1am, when I knew I had to wake up around 5am so that I could have enough time to finish packing, shower, have breakfast and get to the train station in plenty of time to figure out where I needed to go. I woke up 4 hours later, at 5am, groggy but ready to go. I finished packing my things and got ready to go. I wanted to leave my house at 6:30 so that I could get to the station at 7am, because my train was at 7:54am. I have never been to the Gare de Lyon before and it is a huge steel structure of confusing train portals. Being the nervous wreck that I can sometimes be, I practically ran around for 40 minutes trying to figure out where I needed to go because I was convinced that I was in the wrong place and that I'd miss my train. I also asked various people in shoddy, nervous french where I needed to go by showing them my train ticket. I finally boarded the train at 7:54 and everything was alright. The trip was beautiful because I got to see the french countryside. Plus the farther we got out of Paris the more sun there was. You people in Ohio should feel lucky if you think Ohio is a desolate wasteland with no sign of life for miles except cornfields and soybeans. France isn't really much different. Outside of Paris there is just farms and tiny towns scattered across the country. It's beautiful.
I arrived in Toulon a little after 12pm and took a taxi to my host mom's parents' house. I had no idea just how beautiful it was going to be, or how close it actually was going to be to the Mediterranean. We were a two minute drive from the beach, and from my window you could see the sea and distant mountains. I WAS IN AWE. I met her sister and her kids, and was oddly really comfortable around them. I have to note that I am still feeling awkward around my host mom and I don't know why. I was completely comfortable with the rest of her family, but I still feel like I have to prove myself to her or that I have to put on a facade. I don't know if it's me or her anymore that's making me feel this way. I should get over it, but knowing me I'll let it bother me until I die.
It was around 65-70 degrees for the time that I was there and the sun shined the entire time. The sky was magnificently blue and provided a striking contrast to the brown rolling hills beyond the sea. The wind was gentle enough that I could wear a tee shirt and jeans outside so that I could soak up the sun, because I have been deprived of clean air and sun for a while. I actually think Toulon is heaven. The first time that I saw the sea up close was indescribable. to be on the bank of the sea knowing that Spain, Italy, Africa and a slew of other countries lay beyond where I stood made me tingle. I could've spent hours just looking at the sea. The water was clear, but a little cold. I couldn't help but to be caught up in the sounds of the sea.
We walked along the shore of the sea for a long time and I watched the kids run around and discover little things hidden in the sand or rocks. We stopped for a while and the kids found some vines with which they turned into fishing rods, so any time we stopped they had to try to catch some fish. It was amusing to watch. Then I skipped stones into the sea for a while, which I could've gladly done for a lot longer, but the kids wanted to go. At the house I didn't do a whole lot except steal long glances at the sea and watch the kids play around the outside of the house. They found a lizard in the sink and put it in a bowl to play with it, but they soon got bored of it, and i secretly let it back into the "wild" of their bushes. I think the entire weekend I kept saying to myself over and over, "I can't believe I am here, in France, looking at the Mediterranean." I was stupefied for almost the whole weekend. We ate dinner a little later, which was nice because there were 11 of of and they were all chatting about their days and being happy to be together. I enjoyed it a lot. I like to be an unnoticed observer when I can. I was really tired after that day, so I went to bed around 10 and woke up the next day around 7:30am.
The morning was pretty uneventful. I just ate breakfast, read, wrote a bit, and then got my things together. We were all going to take a boat ride to another part of the shore so that we could go to the beach, have lunch and walk around. The boat ride was great because it was only one of the few times that I've ridden in a boat. I think I astound my host family with how little I've traveled (in europe and the U.S., that is, before I came to live with them), and how few times I have seen the ocean or the sea. I also baffle them that I am 20 years old and I haven't mastered an instrument or learned more than one other foreign language. I do feel a bit judged or looked down upon at times, but I don't care.
the beach was wonderful! It was sunny and warm and I took lots of pictures of the sea and of the kids. I even managed to get a picture of myself in front of the sea. After lunch, we took a walk along a really rocky shore, right on the sea. It was a little difficult walking on the huge rocks in my sandals, but I managed. I can't even describe it to you, the picture of the rocks we climbed over and the waves crashing against the ones just below. It was like a mini adventure. Heck it was an adventure for me. I want to do it all over again. My train was leaving at 6pm, so we left a little while after so that I could get to the station. it was a short but really great time in Toulon and I wish that I could live there right now. I think I am convinced that I live with the most perfect family in France. I think they're a little too perfect, though, and I am waiting for some big dark secret to emerge from the depths that might create scandal within their family. Then I look at them again, and realize that maybe there is such a thing as near perfection. That's not to say that I don't think my real family isn't perfect or isn't great, because I think they are and I wouldn't want them any other way. Every day I am more and more curious about how much money my host family makes! It's ridiculous. Here's my tally so far: A huge flat in Paris a block away from the Eiffel Tower, another home on the outskirts of Paris which they go to every once in a while to "get away," a house on the Mediterranean with 3 floors and a pool, a nice car, and lengthy travel experiences. Their kids also go to a private school and take piano lessons. Mind you the kids don't go to the piano teacher's house or office, but the teacher comes to them because they have a grand piano in their living room. I have the pleasure of listening to the dad play the piano when he comes home from work, and the not so much pleasure of listening to the kids barrel through their lessons. It's a good combination.
Now I am back in Paris and am planning on vigorously visiting as many museums and "touristy" places as I can and as I can afford. Most of the museums are free for me since I am a student, so I am thoroughly happy about that because my budget is plummeting. Hmm, have I exhausting everything that I want to say? I think so. I hope that you enjoyed my post!
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Hey everyone, I am really sorry that I don't update more often. This week has just been kind of busy with midterms and planning trips and Halloween and trying not to be awkward with my host family. I promise a more exciting and long post will be coming soon because tomorrow morning I leave for Toulon! It's in the very south of France right on the Mediterranean :). So I will definitely have more to write about when I come back. I am really excited to be taking the TGV train there and back, so I will let you know how that works. Right now I am finished up a midterm and decided to take a break from writing to give you a quick update on what I have been up to.
-Aerobics, as usual
-I went to see a play by Moliere for FREE. It was called "La Malade Imaginaire" and it was really good. Lots of strange scenes with singing and dancing and unresolved plots. I love french theater.
- Went to a Halloween get together at my friend Chloe's apartment. There I met some more of her friends, as well as a student from Germany named Johann (yo-han, long "a") and one of her french neighbors.
-On All Saint's Day I headed to Pere Lachaise, which is the famous cemetery where Oscar Wilde and Jim Morrison are buried. As well as a slew of other very famous French, American, British, Japanese, Korean, Chinese and really any other nationality you think of, people are buried. There are also not famous people there. The place is beautiful and huge and teaming with tiny graveyard alleys plastered with above ground graves of frenchmen long dead. I need to go again because I didn't even get through 1/3 of it and I spent about 2 hours there. The Holocaust memorial graves were chilling and emotional, so I will take pictures the next time I go so that I can show you all.
-Now I am doing my midterm!
More later, I promise. I am really sorry that I haven't updated in a long time. Thank you, Aunt Nancy, for the short email asking for a post. Talk to you all later! I'll try to send you some of the Mediterranean sun...
-Aerobics, as usual
-I went to see a play by Moliere for FREE. It was called "La Malade Imaginaire" and it was really good. Lots of strange scenes with singing and dancing and unresolved plots. I love french theater.
- Went to a Halloween get together at my friend Chloe's apartment. There I met some more of her friends, as well as a student from Germany named Johann (yo-han, long "a") and one of her french neighbors.
-On All Saint's Day I headed to Pere Lachaise, which is the famous cemetery where Oscar Wilde and Jim Morrison are buried. As well as a slew of other very famous French, American, British, Japanese, Korean, Chinese and really any other nationality you think of, people are buried. There are also not famous people there. The place is beautiful and huge and teaming with tiny graveyard alleys plastered with above ground graves of frenchmen long dead. I need to go again because I didn't even get through 1/3 of it and I spent about 2 hours there. The Holocaust memorial graves were chilling and emotional, so I will take pictures the next time I go so that I can show you all.
-Now I am doing my midterm!
More later, I promise. I am really sorry that I haven't updated in a long time. Thank you, Aunt Nancy, for the short email asking for a post. Talk to you all later! I'll try to send you some of the Mediterranean sun...
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
i should really update this more often.
It's been really sunny here in France, but the temperature is dropping fast. Yesterday it was only in the 50s, and I had to whip out my coat. I guess global warming hasn't crossed the Atlantic yet to Western Europe (although I am sure it has, that's just a false statement because I hear it's so warm in Ohio and in other parts of the US). Before I come to write in this, I always have so many things to add, but as soon as I sit down and begin to write, they all disappear... I can tell you that last saturday our program took us on a day trip to Normandy, but it wasn't too the beaches, which was kind
of sad. But, we visited an old Abbey, and then a really old chateau. Facebook picture stalking and thieving ensues. Over fall break I plan to take a train to the beache
s in Normandy, and maybe I'll take a day trip to somewhere else...outside of france. Who knows. I've been doing a lot of aerobics lately, and it's just great. Last night there were two classes in a row, and I ended up staying for both.I've had quite a bit of homework for m
y classes lately since midterms are next week, but I think they should go smoothly if I use my day off today economically. I don't think I've written enough about the people that I see on the metro. If it wasn't for the metro, my days would be much duller. A lot of times I see business men, carrying their daily newspapers, with their briefcases, ties (I distinctly remember one very stern looking man wearing a red tie with happy prancing dogs on it. that made me happy) and their thoughts about what the day will bring. Then, there are the performers. I've seen saxophone players, accordions, violins, french horns, singers, asian instruments, guitars, mandolins, and that's it for now. I've also seen a clown who made balloon animals, as well as preachers and just darn crazy people. I swear that I've seen famous models in the train because who else would bother to wear high fashion clothes and make-up? Most of the people look like normal people, but there are those few who just look like they came from a Chanel ad. Maybe they actually did. I saw the cutest baby on the metro, who began to play with my colorful scarf as we were rid
ing. HOLY COW she was joyously adorable. It was sad when her and her mom had to leave. I also saw a tiny dog wrapped up in it's owner's purse, with just it's cute little head popping out. That made me smile. The metro also has its s
hare of sketchy people, but i try not to focus on them. Did I tell you all how the kids enjoyed what mom sent them? Well, I gave them the Pez, glow sticks and candy corn, as well as a card she sent, and they seemed to really enjoy it. Mark Antoine (sadly not Mark Twain) really loved the Pez, and the mom had to literally pry them away from him when it was time for bed. I don't think candy before bed was the best timing on my part, but no one was hurt in the process. I told my host mom that I was planning on going to Amsterdam at some point while I was here, so she automatically told me that I needed to watch "La Jeune Fille a la Perle" (or the Girl with the Pearl Earring). It's set in the Netherlands and it is based on the painting by Johannes Vermeer "Girl with the Pearl Earring) as well as the book that was written about it. It was a pretty good movie, but it didn't really have a lot to do with the Netherlands other than that it was set there. They lived right by a canal, though, and that's a pretty integral part of the place, so I got a small glimpse as to what amsterdam might look like, at least in the 15th century. That's all for now, but I am sure that I'll think of more things to write later. A bientot!
Thursday, October 18, 2007
La greve! Getting lost! My host dad being incredibly musically gifted as well as generous.
Ok, so as some of you may have read in the newspaper, the entire French train and public transportation system shut down today for a strike against the new government, which has only been in office for about 5 months. This is seriously what the French do best. They protest to get what they want. Every french person knew exactly how to deal with it, because there is (as I've heard) at least one major strike each year. Last night around midnight I heard people from my window shouting out in the street about the strike, and at 6:30am I began to hear the morning rush hour traffic outside with their beeping horns and angry yells. Tons of people take the metro, so there was no doubt that there would be more car traffic than normal, and there was. I had to walk to class, but luckily my grammar teacher canceled our 9:30am class, so I only had one at 2pm. I really wanted to make an effort to get out early and walk around so that I'd have enough time to make it to class. I left my house at 10:45 in the morning and didn't make it to the Center until 1:15-1:30. Mind you I got a tad lost and I stopped to get a sandwich for lunch, but it still took a ridiculously long time to walk to the Center. Additionally, I was able to see a lot of beautiful buildings and walk along the Seine for most of the walk, so that made it enjoyable. Plus the weather couldn't have been more agreeable: sunny, clear skies, and just a little chilly. Coming back, however, me and two of my friends got a little lost because it was getting dark, and the streets are confusing, but we made it home after taking at 30 minute "detour" in the wrong direction. Paris is beautiful all lit up at night, though.
Deuxieme chose. In the past 24 hours I have watched 3 long, and politically and emotionally charged movies. The first was "The Battle of Algiers" which was made in 1966 about Algeria's revolt against french colonization. The french took over Algeria sometime in the mid 1800s, and then right after WWII, the Front Liberation Nationale was secretly created in Algeria to counter french colonization. It was a bloody bloddy war, which began in the early 1950s and didn't end until Algeria's independence in 1962. The movie was banned from being shown anywhere in France until very recently (not even a few years), and even then it was a huge controversy. This is a huge part of french history that a lot of french tend to "forget." I told my host mom that I had watched it and she had never heard of it, and she's a very educated and cultured woman. You all must see it. The second movie I borrowed from my host family, and it was "Ghandi." I cried at the end. It is an awesome (but long, so brace yourselves) film and I highly recommend it to any that's interested. it made me question a lot of my beliefs and approaches that I take in life. Dad, I think you would like this movie a lot. And Ghandi. The third movie was called "Au Revoir les Enfants" (Goodbye, Children), and that was set during German occupation of France during WWII. It was set outside of paris at an all boys Catholic boarding school. It was centered around mainly 2 boys, one secretly jewish who is in hiding there, and another who is not jewish, but finds out that the other one is and ends up befriending him. I don't want to give a lot of it away, though, so I will just say that it is very good and that again, you should all see it.
Finalement. My host dad, (as well as all of their children) plays the piano. As I walked into the house this evening, I hear these beautiful sounds emanating from the salon, and I ask Guyonne (one of their daughters) who is playing the piano. She said it was her dad and I told her that I thought it was really lovely. I asked if she knew the song, and she didn't, so we went and asked him. He was playing songs from the opera "La Forza del Destino" by Giuseppe Verdi. I want to play the piano like him. It was astoundingly wonderful, and he just said "oh no, I am not that good right now because I don't know the music well." Yes you do!!! I really appreciate that they all play the piano and I get to listen to them play. He also offered that I borrow the CD of the opera so that I can put it on my computer, and read the english translation of the play. What a gem. I feel a bit "uncultured" though when they ask if I play the piano, and I say no. But I think I won points by telling him that both of my parents went to music school, and that I took singing lessons for a while at school (at Oberlin through the conservatory). Now Guyonne wants to hear me sing. She seemed pretty adamant about it, so I don't doubt she'll ask me in the future. That's ok, though, because I like to sing. Anywhoo...I need to do some homework. Talk to you all later!
Deuxieme chose. In the past 24 hours I have watched 3 long, and politically and emotionally charged movies. The first was "The Battle of Algiers" which was made in 1966 about Algeria's revolt against french colonization. The french took over Algeria sometime in the mid 1800s, and then right after WWII, the Front Liberation Nationale was secretly created in Algeria to counter french colonization. It was a bloody bloddy war, which began in the early 1950s and didn't end until Algeria's independence in 1962. The movie was banned from being shown anywhere in France until very recently (not even a few years), and even then it was a huge controversy. This is a huge part of french history that a lot of french tend to "forget." I told my host mom that I had watched it and she had never heard of it, and she's a very educated and cultured woman. You all must see it. The second movie I borrowed from my host family, and it was "Ghandi." I cried at the end. It is an awesome (but long, so brace yourselves) film and I highly recommend it to any that's interested. it made me question a lot of my beliefs and approaches that I take in life. Dad, I think you would like this movie a lot. And Ghandi. The third movie was called "Au Revoir les Enfants" (Goodbye, Children), and that was set during German occupation of France during WWII. It was set outside of paris at an all boys Catholic boarding school. It was centered around mainly 2 boys, one secretly jewish who is in hiding there, and another who is not jewish, but finds out that the other one is and ends up befriending him. I don't want to give a lot of it away, though, so I will just say that it is very good and that again, you should all see it.
Finalement. My host dad, (as well as all of their children) plays the piano. As I walked into the house this evening, I hear these beautiful sounds emanating from the salon, and I ask Guyonne (one of their daughters) who is playing the piano. She said it was her dad and I told her that I thought it was really lovely. I asked if she knew the song, and she didn't, so we went and asked him. He was playing songs from the opera "La Forza del Destino" by Giuseppe Verdi. I want to play the piano like him. It was astoundingly wonderful, and he just said "oh no, I am not that good right now because I don't know the music well." Yes you do!!! I really appreciate that they all play the piano and I get to listen to them play. He also offered that I borrow the CD of the opera so that I can put it on my computer, and read the english translation of the play. What a gem. I feel a bit "uncultured" though when they ask if I play the piano, and I say no. But I think I won points by telling him that both of my parents went to music school, and that I took singing lessons for a while at school (at Oberlin through the conservatory). Now Guyonne wants to hear me sing. She seemed pretty adamant about it, so I don't doubt she'll ask me in the future. That's ok, though, because I like to sing. Anywhoo...I need to do some homework. Talk to you all later!
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
haircut
Since I got my haircut a while ago and I still haven't gotten any pictures to show you guys, I will steal them from facebook and post them here, because I can. So, here is my haircut!
Monday, October 15, 2007
I can't think of an intersting title
I should really update this thing more. What have I been up to?? Well, some people that I met through Ruth when she was here invited me over to make crepes with them last week, so that was fun, except for the fact that it was raining when I was trying to find her place, and that was the only time I forgot to bring my umbrella with me. It was already dark, I was on the outskirts of Paris (I think if I would've walked another block I would've been officially out of Paris) and it was cold and rainy. NOT FUN. But when I got there she offered me some dry socks and I hung up my hoodie. Then we had some nutella crepes and everything was good. This past saturday was the France vs. England semi-finals match. France had high hopes for their team (Les Bleus) since the previous saturday they knocked out New Zealand (the All Blacks) from the tournament, and they were said to have been the best team in the tournament. So, me and a few friends decided that we should go to a bar to watch this semi-historic game. We decided on a bar called the Frog and the Princess, which is in the 5th district. We arrived an hour before the game (8pm) and the entire street was packed. The bar, unfortunately, was also packed. We waited in line in the hopes that they might let us in, but they couldn't because it was so full. Everyone in the street was either dressed in the colors of England or France, waving their flags and singing the Marseillaise or God Save the Queen ( I think that is the song) , so that was cool to witness. Some of us wanted to just find a place to watch the game, though, so 3 of us left the group of 5 and found another place where we could watch it. We found a bar called the Old Navy and stood and watched the game. Sadly France lost 14-9, so there were no riots in the streets, or loud singing or parading. Just a somber walk home for the French. During the game, though, everyone was rowdy and optimistic and full of french nationalism. I loved watching the people in the bar as much as the game.
Earlier that day me and two other people decided to visit a museum in the Marais called Musee Carnivale. It was free AND full of awesome things. It had medieval french artifacts, a lot of Louis XV's possessions, and an entire floor dedicated to the French Revolution. All in all it was freaking awesome. I am definitely going to go back. After that we walked around and eventually found a good falafel place to have lunch. Then we walked around some more and checked out the BHV, which is an ENORMOUS (I had to put it all in caps, because it is just that huge) department store. I need to go back because I am in dire need of shoes. The Parisien streets are eating my current ones up. On sunday I checked out an open market and saw some really cool stuff, but I didn't buy anything. I think I'll go back now that I know what to expect to find there. After that I did my homework, which is boring. I think I'll write another update later because I have to go to aerobics right now!
Earlier that day me and two other people decided to visit a museum in the Marais called Musee Carnivale. It was free AND full of awesome things. It had medieval french artifacts, a lot of Louis XV's possessions, and an entire floor dedicated to the French Revolution. All in all it was freaking awesome. I am definitely going to go back. After that we walked around and eventually found a good falafel place to have lunch. Then we walked around some more and checked out the BHV, which is an ENORMOUS (I had to put it all in caps, because it is just that huge) department store. I need to go back because I am in dire need of shoes. The Parisien streets are eating my current ones up. On sunday I checked out an open market and saw some really cool stuff, but I didn't buy anything. I think I'll go back now that I know what to expect to find there. After that I did my homework, which is boring. I think I'll write another update later because I have to go to aerobics right now!
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