Monday, January 18, 2010

Cafe Cafe Everyday

Sunday involved accidentally sleeping until 1 pm (my bad...) but then a couple of the girls from the group met at Cafe Canaille, near Saint Anne and had lunch and discussed future plans. For lunch I had a salad with sundried tomatoes and warm goat cheese on toast, it was very good but the kicker is that it was served with some honey flavored ice cream on the side? I think it was their way of saying congratulations for choosing a healthy lunch here's your reward!!! I don't know why they bothered because I already rewarded myself with a crepe sucre. I proceeded to read some of our required reading for Geneva (I finally finished chapter 1!! Only 400 pages to go...)

While at the cafe, we finalized our plans for the weekend, a trip to Nice and Monaco!!! We booked hostels at the hostel meyerbeer in Nice, and are going to leave Friday after class yay!! But all of Sunday passed at the cafe before returning to dinner. Dinner was some sort of rice cake and salad and a cheese plate. The host family seemed a little distant and it's been getting worse and worse and making me quite uncomfortable, but I guess it's very short term. I finished the evening doing some research for our upcoming weekend trip (which will luckily allow us to get out of our host home for at least a short time)

This morning there was a note asking us to please wash our dishes (normally we put them in the dishwasher) and since we feel like we are on such thin ice we decided to write back that it wasn't a problem, and if she needed any help to ask us, thank you for your generosity, and we hoped she had a good day. Then we made sure the kitchen was extra clean and crossed our fingers.

Today I went to class (which didn't start until 10 YAY) and sat down first ever homework assignment finished, when without even looking at my homework my teacher told me to go upstairs-myself and Eugene from my group got moved to a higher level!! We joined two girls from our group. The class didn't seem much harder but more focused on conversation and less on grammar practice? We did have to listen to a radio news story and that was really difficult for me (as understanding french people speaking french is the hardest thing ever for me) but it lead to some brief discussion about Haiti, the pope, and Burqas in france and freedom of religion. Tres Interessant.

After class we had a much cheaper lunch than normal (yay) and then a couple girls went to a Cafe Georges to do some lovely reading of European History (...fun) then the group shrank some more and we went to another cafe for un petit verre de vin. Then we went home for dinner. When we arrived, our host mom said that we wrote a beautiful note and that she would correct it for us. So we went to dinner (chicken and vegetables) and though she was kind of quiet at first only talking to her son, eventually the conversation sped up and we discussed driving, driving drunk, movies, hostels, and college. There was one minor mix up... I was discussing my speeding ticket, and I was saying that I was on my way to school but they heard that I had been drinking alcohol... WHOOPS but we cleared that up eventually. Although I'm sure informing my host mother that I got a ticket for drunk driving could only improve our relationship... But it was much better after that, and she seemed a lot friendlier, told us we had had good conversation, and corrected our note. Oh and she told us that we shut the bathroom door too loudly... she's a little picky.

So, we've spent beaucoup de temps in cafes and every time we tell our host mom we went to a cafe after school she laughs. But we do a lot of reading there and you know the crepes are no deterrent either.

Today I miss giant lattes. When we order coffee here it's just not the same. But the croissants make up for it a little bit!

A Bientot!

1 comment:

  1. I have a bazillion pix of Phil with tiny cups of coffee from our visit to Paris in 2003. He just wanted a Starbucks grande cup of coffee! No SBUX in Paris at the time.

    I do think understanding conversation is the hardest part of foreign language. There are so many clues on the written page, but when it's just flying at your ears, it's tough!

    (ps) I'm a friend of your parents!

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