Last Week/ Re-entry

So after we got back from the weekend trip, not very well rested or prepared like we normally try to be before large end of term exams (but then, when do things work out like we intend them to?). We’d been able to do some studying Sunday night for architecture, however a good portion of it turned out to be in vain, as the professor decided to use examples that were not part of the main visits or facets that we’d focused on in our studies. I don’t know why we thought it would be any different for the final exam, the same phenomenon occurred with all of his quizzes. Maybe we were just being hopeful. He’s a good teacher and really enjoys his subject but sometimes his delivery or manner of measuring what we knew was a bit different than we were used to from our American education programs. It was the same sort of issue with our Impressionism class.

We had a major test or project due every day that week. Tuesday was the presentation for Français Orale 303 on a subject within the Garden of Luxembourg (another place I would highly recommend for anyone who’s thinking of going to Paris anytime soon.) Jeremy was spectacular and when he finished, Valerie suggested a possible future career within museums giving tours to French tourists. Wednesday, we had our test in Français Ecrit 304, which we got back Thursday. Solid A’s for us all, so that was a nice way to end class. On Thursday, we had our Impressionism exam and I really have no idea what that’s going to come back as. I feel like I did good work, but we also have a habit in that class (all of us, not just me) of misunderstanding certain nuances in her directions or interpreting them differently. She has a very specific idea of what she wants us to talk about for certain pieces and if we differ than it’s usually much more difficult to score high with her. We remedied our trauma with aperos at our favorite bar.

 

The rest of the week we tried to make our rounds and say goodbye to the places we’d become fond of in our time spent there. We went back to Rachael’s Thai place in her arrondissement, the bar right around the other corner from school, the Portuguese place also in Rachael’s corner of Paris, and the galette place with the yummy crepe lunch deal in Saint Michel.

We weren’t able to go out so much aside from meals because of the need to study for exams and pack everything up, but we had Friday to take care of any last minute necessities. Thursday night, while I was packing up my big bag, I discovered that the wooden decorative lizard I bought at the Champs-Elysees Christmas market a while back was not going to fit in my suitcase, unless I chose to broke it. So I decided to see what I could do to ship it. That was a special foray to the post office and the land of packing. Pretty much, I was told that I needed to wrap that sucker up well in bubble wrap and then they could help me. So I did that with a healthy quantity of tape, and it is now in the French mail system, hopefully making its way to my house without much incident. That adventure took most of the morning. From there, I met Rachael at school so we could print out our boarding passes. The room we’d been planning on sneaking into to print from had students in it so we asked down at the front desk, and the lady was kind enough to give us her email so we could send her our passes and she could print them when she got off her shift in 20 minutes. So we hung around and printed them and expressed heaps of gratitude. She was a very nice lady and I’m glad we left Reid Hall on a good note. Then we went to eat lunch (at the galette place) with the other Katie and Robyn. That was a bit of a special moment because the credit on our French phones had run out so we didn’t have a way of contacting each other once we were out and about. By chance everyone made it to the restaurant at around the same time and we had a deliciously huge meal. Afterwards we went to the Christmas market again, to pick up those last stray gifts. Took care of that for the most part, although there were disappointments for both of us at a few opportunities missed. Then Katie and I went back with Rachael to help her pack. Katie left for dinner with Diala and Rachael and I lugged her suitcases back to my house, where for our last dinner, we made soup her mom had sent us and manged some croissants. Then we went back to the metro, Rachael to go home and me to meet Robyn so I could help her with her suitcases to my house, so we could all take the taxi together bright and early in the morning. That was an interesting experience. Both of them ended up having to buy an extra suitcase to accommodate all the presents and random items purchased throughout the semester.

Friday night I stayed up late again, organizing my carry-on bag and writing out a Christmas card to my lady with the little gift I’d picked her up—a little candle shade with a winter scene and a happy snowman painted on the sides. In French, a snowman is called a “bonhomme de neige” which literally translates to good man of the snow.

We all woke up early and fought with bags. It was an interesting experience getting my large suitcase down the wooden tight spiral steps from my room to the main level. But no damage done to anything, so I consider it a grand success. The taxi arrived at 8 promptly, Rachael and Robyn arrived shortly after and with a few helping hands, we had all of our bags settled and ready to go. My lady had been so wonderful as to completely arrange and pay for the taxi and we had a moment as I was preparing to leave. She said that it had been a delight having me and that I was welcome back any time. And then that I was a beautiful person. And I nearly cried and thanked her a lot and we all piled in and were off.

 Robyn split off almost immediately to catch her AirLingus flight connecting in Dublin and Rachael and I found ourselves going through the queues to check our bags, border control, and then security. It was actually a pretty funny moment with checking our bags because we hadn’t been able to get an exact weight on them when we were at our own maisons. So we weren’t sure what exactly was going to come up on their scale. Rachael had one bag that was around 22 kilograms (the limit is 23) and another that was 24. The lady looked at her and said, “you know normally we have to charge you for this, but it’s alright.” Her tone was light and kind of joking which was a relief because you never know what kind of personality you’re going to get with the people working the ques. Then I put my bag up and it was 23.9 kilograms. She looked at me and said, “Heavy, heavy, heavy.” So then I sort of laughed apologetically and told her we’d been studying abroad in Paris for the last three and a half months. That helped explain the situation to her I think, although altogether she wasn’t really that concerned.

We ended up walking directly onto our flight, which was surprisingly smooth despite the length of time we were in the air. The food was decent and we were able to occupy ourselves with movies and sleep a little. There was a moment where I really started to feel sick, but luckily Rachael had some Dramamine on her. By hour 5, it was starting to feel pretty surreal, like we hadn’t been on as long as we had but also like time had stopped moving.

We had to go back through customs and security which meant we had to grab our large bags again. That was difficult, with Rachael’s extra bag and our own cumbersome purses and carry-ons. At this moment, we parted ways, Rachael rushing through to catch her connecting flight to Charlotte. Katie and I eventually found each other again at the gate for Richmond and hung out, while Rachael got to sit on her plane for two hours, waiting for it to take off. So the final leg is up and we are almost home! We’re all pretty excited to see our people again and to be back in the United States.

Au revoir Paris and hello America!

Voyage to Belgium

 

Hey there everyone. This post is coming from Katie at the Philadelphia Airport for an update on the last goings-on in Paris. I’ll probably restrict this one to our weekend trip and then make another one for our last week.  

From the last update, Rachael and I went on another EIAP trip to Bruge, Bruxelles, and Lille. As usual with this group we had to meet at Palais des Congres at 7:30. In other words we had to wake up at 5 in the morning, which was awful. That kind of set the mood for the rest of the trip. We think the trip leader filled the open spots with his friends and he goofed off with them during the hours travelling. This included plugging in their ipods and blaring French rap at 8 in the morning when we were all trying to sleep. They pretty much took it as a grand party.

There were Christmas markets at each of the cities so that was kind of nice to get a view of those. They weren’t as big and there were tons of people—at this point, we’re all very tired of the crowd atmosphere. We were also trying to get last minute Christmas shopping done through those markets, but still ended up not finding what we needed. This required a last minute visit to the Champs-Elysees Christmas market yesterday (Friday).  We got lost in Bruges because we stopped for a couple hours there and they didn’t provide us with a map, so we tried to be careful about our wandering but inevitably failed. There were a lot of horses and carriages to pull the tourists around and the village has just been continually restored and thus retained its old world charm. There were little bridges and churches and boutiques, with gardens set in back alley courtyards. We found some really awesome sculptures in one of those representing the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse. We found our way back eventually, not too late, and then had another horrendous bus ride with some music and dancing that was not to our liking.

 

 

 We arrived in Bruxelles late that night. It seemed like it took forever to reach our hostel and that was an interesting set up when we did arrive. As usual with this group, we all stood outside not knowing where exactly to go or what we were doing, because the leader was doing I don’t even know what. Apart from his friends, he seemed perfectly capable because he did separate a few times to relay information to other groups of people. In general though, there was much to be desired. So after standing around for 15 minutes, we all huddled inside and got out keys and dropped our stuff. Robyn and Dina were sharing a room with Rachael and I. We all still needed to get dinner, but all the grocery stores had been closed since 8. Luckily we found a food stall right around the corner and got some chicken wings on a stick and fries. We also found a late night convenience store type thing and got some wine. We’d decided earlier we didn’t want to go to the club because we’d have another chance and if we stayed in our rooms we’d at least have some time to de-stress and loosen up. Ended up playing a drinking game where we selected a certain tick or habit for each person that was typical of their personality and each time they exhibited that behavior they had to take a gulp of wine. I know, we’re classy ladies. It was a lot of fun though and we all ended up in bed by 1, so we shouldn’t have been too tired the next morning. However, the other folks who went to the club decided to come back and be drunk in the hallway and tried to open our door while we were sleeping, and woke all the other girls up (except for me, because I sleep like the dead apparently once I actually fall asleep.) Eventually Dina went outside and confronted them and their response was a demand for salt….She tried to tell them that we were trying to sleep and closed the door on them, but they still stood out there until another guy came out of his room and asked them firmly to retire to their rooms. Thankfully they actually listened to him.

 

 

Our time in Bruxelles was spent at the Christmas market there, but we also went to this renowned bar called Delirium that has over 2,000 selections of beer to choose from. That was actually really fun and we were able to chat with another group of girls while we all tried each other’s beer. Rachael and I have decided that we like fruity beer. After the Christmas market, Rachael and Dina went on the Ferris wheel and had there romantic moment they’d been denied at the Champs-Elysees market, because it had been too expensive, which was good because I think at that point Rachael was prepared to commit murder. Too many people, too close, too loud, for too long. And after that we did a bit of shopping, stopped in the square to watch a music/light show which was amazing! They had lights on three out of the four buildings with colored lights coordinated to music they projected over the square, and there was a giant lit up Christmas tree in the middle and a nativity scene set up. We were all captivated even though we were freezing our tails off. Stood there for close to 20 minutes. Then we went back to the hostel and settled in for some solid hours of studying. Except for Dina. She went out to go to the Club, because it would be our last opportunity here to go out and she didn’t have any exams on Monday to worry about. Unfortunately, drama went down and Rachael and Robyn had to rescue here close to four in the morning because the group leader who was supposed to be taking her back when she asked completely refused (he was also involved in the drama). Luckily another fella at the club walked her back and Rachael and Robyn popped an emergency door for them to get in.

We were on the road again by 10 the next morning toward Lille. Lille was interesting because it was a very modern city compared to Bruge, almost complete opposites. Bruxelles was kind of in between, with the medieval city set up (lots of alleys and dead ends tucked away) but also main broad pedestrian streets. Lille had a building in the shape of a boot. And another one made out of copper. As we got closer to the city center, it became a bit more traditional. Thankfully this city was easier to navigate then the other two so finding our way back wasn’t so stressful. The Christmas Market was the smallest of all three and we took a few turns to view the stalls and get some nibblies. We also ended up walking to view some buildings and went on an excursion to the Citadel, which was a longer walk then we’d planned, but definitely worth it because we actually got to see trees and grass and this old palais-fortress built by the sun king. He’d decided that Paris and the strength of France had been demonstrated enough that they didn’t need the walls, that outposts would suffice so he tore them down and built the fortresses. We’d learned about it a little in Architecture, so that was kind of fun to explore on our own and have a deeper understanding of what we were looking at. On our way back into town we found a chocolate shop and Rachael at last found some treats she’d been looking for and denied repeatedly over the course of the trip. Then we had a late lunch/dinner meal (we wouldn’t be stopping at any point for dinner while on the bus. They just drive straight through dinner, even French dinner time, and trust you to find your own food) before searching out ice cream at McDonalds (yes McDonald’s, Rachael and Dina were having a craving) and gauffres (Belgian Waffles with toppings). Then we walked back to the bus, had the worse travel experience with EIAP yet, and finally made it back to Paris. It was more of the same inconsideration and loudness as before, only this time they decided to have their party right next to our seats. So we were all pretty miserable. Got home and tried to mentally prepare ourselves for the rest of the week of exams and packing and last minutes activities before heading home. But I’ll go into that in a separate post.

 

A Bientôt!

Recap

Hello all! This is Katie. For all curious people I'm going to recap everything that's happened between Rachael's post and the last update on the vacation. It's been a while so I won't go into too much detail. Pretty much after vacation happened we came back and our noses were to the grindstone. I think our professors all thought it was time to up the ante, which obviously we were not really prepared for, but what can you do?

So after getting back from our Italy/Barcelona tour, Rachael and I both took a good look at our bank accounts to determine what we could do with our resources. We budgeted for the vacation and of course we knew it would be no small sum, but various surprises and higher costs for a few things took a toll.

We narrowed down our list of where we wanted to go and decided for our next weekend trip we would head to Bordeaux (Nov 7-11; we had Monday the 11th off because it's Armistace day and they take there armistice seriously. Nearly everything is shut down). There we saw the Place des Quinconces and the huge fountain.

 

We also saw the Cathedrale Saint Andre which is huge and old and in the middle of some much needed reconstruction. Pollution is not so friendly to pierre de taille (cut stone)

And then we managed to hit the Botanical Gardens during the one thirty minute interval it was not cold and rainy, so that was really nice. As for the rest of our weekend, we bought all of our meals at the grocery store and picknicked, tried to see a few other things (like the Musee de Beaux-Arts) but they were closed for one reason or another that was out of the norm. However, we did treat ourselves to a beautiful Thai/Cambodian dinner our last night and we got a bottle of Bordeaux wine to go with it. Took that sucker down and we were cheerful for the rest of the night. Until we watched Grey's Anatomy that is, because that always pulls all the sad out of  you.

The moments when we were tired of being cold, wet failures we took over a corner of the hotel's lobby/common area to load Grey's Anatomy episodes and update the blog on our vacation. We also got a lot of sleep, which was helpful after the Return Week of Hell.

 

 

The next weekend (Nov 15-17) we stayed in Paris because there were a few Taste of France events going on. Friday we went to a boulangerie (bakery) and helped (sort of) make some croissants and pain au chocolat. We also got to taste pretty much everything he had and it was so delicious! He  was a charming fella and I think he enjoyed chatting with us as much as we did with him. We didn't eat lunch before that so we were running off of a sugar high until dinner that night.

Leloup Gourmand: 129 Rue du Temple, 75003 Paris, France

In case anyone's in Paris soon and needs a recommendation. :D

 

Saturday we went to the Atelier des Gateaux (23 Rue de l'Abbe Gregoire, 75006). That was also really fun because we got to go into the baking room and actually make macarons. We have the recipes too so if anyone wants to know how, Rachael and I got this. It's actually kind of similar to making mousse at certain steps. This moment was the first time either of us actually tasted a macaron which is kind of surprising because it seems like there's a shop for them on every corner in certain parts of Paris.

 

Sunday we went to Musee D'Orsay to work on some Impressionism homework and then we explored the Masculin et Masculin exhibit, which was pretty much an exposition on the male body portrayed through various mediums of art from around the 1800's to now. http://www.musee-orsay.fr/en/events/exhibitions/in-the-musee-dorsay/exhibitions-in-the-musee-dorsay/article/masculin-masculin-37292.html?tx_ttnews%5BbackPid%5D=254&cHash=77c6929456 More info in that very long link.

 

The following weekend (Nov 22-24) was another weekend in Paris. We were becoming quickly aware that we had not actually done much exploring of the capital and there was an excursion for Architecture arranged for Friday morning.  We went to Cite de l'Architecture to see the exposition on Art Deco and Art Nouvelle, which was actually pretty interesting, because it offered a new way to understand those years around the World Wars with the advancement of technology and how that impacted our interpretation of art and beauty.

Also got to talk to my family because the 22nd was Mom's Birthday and she got to open the presents I got her from Italy!!! ( I am so pumped for Christmas when I can give everyone all of the things!)

 

On the 23rd Rachael and I went to the Champs-Elysees. Now this street is famous and all, shopping capital of the world and what have you but there was no way we would have been able to spend a whole day there if not for the huge Christmas market that had been set up. Rachael nearly had a fainting goat moment; we walked out of the metro right into the middle of it. There were lights and music and smells and Christmas pretty much engulfing us. And Rachael finally found the chicken noodle soup she's been searching for since getting here. They also had really good French Onion soup and mulled wine.

This is what it looks like at night. Probably about the fourth or fifth time we'd been by it.

On the 24th, Rachael and I met at the Louvre and wandered around for a good couple of hours. As usual it was packed, but we actually managed to find the quiet section with a bathroom all to ourselves. I didn't actually believe it was possible and yet there was privacy and quiet...
And then we went to the Christmas market to get lunch :)

The following week was kind of weird because Thanksgiving was the 28th and talking to our people back home, everyone had time off and were preparing for the beautiful day of Eating. But that was not the case here obviously because the French don't celebrate it. The program took us out to dinner which was actually really delicious and the atmosphere was warm and intimate. We got wine and desert and there was good cheer had by all.

 

Friday Rachael and I tried to arrange passage to Strasbourg but seeing as how it's the biggest Christmas market in Europe I believe, the tickets were unbelievably expensive. There was a deal on the website for Saturday, round trip which was incredibly affordable. Of course trying to pursue that option lead us into a snafu with the SNCF people. We went twice the train station and called them through customer service and all three times they pretty much told us that what we were looking at didn't exist and that we were wrong/crazy. The lady on the phone made the most sense and said that those tickets had sold out a long time ago and just weren't a real option...

So Rachael was quite saddened by that, but we tried to stay busy and really have fun in our last free weekend in Paris.

Rachael pretty much covered everything we did last weekend. Friday: Montmartre, Catacombs, Christmas Market, Arc-de-Triomphe.

 

 Near the end of the Catacombs.

 

View from the top of the Arc-de-Triomphe

 

Saturday: Montparnasse cemetery and park, then the Zingaro-Calacas Show.

 

Sunday, Dec 1 we made and consumed our version of a Thanksgiving dinner. I think we did a pretty good job even with the setbacks. We had yummy food for that day, and then we also brought it in Monday and shared with everyone. Even Dabia tried a little bit of everything.
Afterwards, we parted ways. I went back to my quartier to do some more exploration to complete a paper for Architecture due the next day. Failed at getting into the Montmartre Cemetery. Instead discovered Sextopia, otherwise known as Pigalle. Which is where the Moulin Rouge is located, in case anyone was interested. And then I went to Jeremy's homestay to watch a dance/play spectacle. It was pretty interesting, very artsy to say the least. A wonder in and of itself how they managed to fit that many people in the home, but they pulled it off. It was a lot of fun and a good way to end the weekend.

 

This is our last week of classes before exams officially start and I think we're all feeling a mixture of nervous stress and also relieved joy for making it this far and being so close to going home. We're also running around like mad mice trying to fit in all of those last activities we hadn't gotten around to yet.

This upcoming weekend is the trip to Bruges, Bruxelles, and Lille and Rachael and I are very excited because we get to go to three different Christmas markets! Hoping to finish off my gift list for people back home as well. After the exams we'll have that Friday to pack everything up and do maybe one or two last things. Saturday the 14th we fly home!!!

 

Updates later. Hopefully soon after this upcoming weekend completes before the madness of exams. If not, then we can just tell everyone in person :D

 

A bientot <3



A Fever and a Monkey

So I know I haven't written in forever. After the last weekend trip I was supposed to write and then we got back to Paris and had a super busy week at school. I was planning to write the coming weekend then I started to feel sick. This is Rachael by the way. And then I slept all the weekend that I could. Then I kept getting worse and after a few days went to a French doctor. The appointment lasted all of 5 minutes with him asking how I felt, looking in my ears and throat, poking my neck and then prescribing medicine. Ends up he gave me allergy mess so it should be no surprise that I kept getting worse and was a walking fever that couldn't breathe within another week. By the time my professors were actually saying things like "I'll leave Rachael alone but the rest of you need to answer." ( because I almost fell over while she was lecturing and she hadn't seen me without a tissue to my nose for2 weeks) I had another appointment with a new doctor. This one didn't even touch e just asked my symptoms and prescribed all the medicine. I almost didn't see him because katie and I couldn't find our way into the building but she just pressed all the buttons until one worked. Also side note doctors have tiny offices in apartment buildings here and you have to go. Through 3 or 4 locked doors to get to them. It's strange. Anyway, after taking the medicine I started to feel human by the next day and stupidly went with Katie, Dina, and Robyn all over Paris. Don't get me wrong it was awesome  and but by the end of the saying felt like death. 


We visited Sacre Coeur and walked through little artsy roads in Montmartre and after that found le Grand Epicerie which is the coolest grocery store ever. It has everything! After that we went to the catacombs and millions of dead people are kinda creepy but surprisingly cool. Also whoever designed how the bones are laid out got bored or felt artistic and there were some fun shapes. My favorite is the heart of human skulls. Super romantic... After that forever hike up and down stairs and 2 km do walking in the tunnel we went to the Champs élysées Christmas market/ village. I should mention here that I have drug katie there at least 5 or 6 times and there is a stand with beautiful chicken soup that got me through the illness. This time I shook Katie like a rag doll because the lights were too pretty then got soup for dinner and corn on the cob and then mulled wine but she took my pretty returnable cup and gave me an ugly one, which was sad. We tried to go on the Ferris wheel but that was like 10 euros a person and I was not about to pay it nor were the others. Of course katie wasn't planning on going up since she is deathly afraid of heights and acting like I was killing her for suggesting it. We wandered some and went down to the champs élysées to look at shops and went in the Paris Disney store. Which was awesome if packed. Then Dina left to meet another friend and the other three of us went to the arc de triomphe. We climbed it and the view was beautiful but Katie almost ripped off my arm when she had to get within 2 feet of the edge. She really doesn't like heights. We saw the eternal flame. It started to rain and I went home to sleep and recover from doing too much. 


Of course the next morning I realize Katie and I forgot that last night was the night of Calacas a horse spectacle that we had been looking forward to all semester. I almost cried then pulled myself together looked online and found student tickets for 30 a piece for that night and we ended up going. It was sad wasting the other tickets but at least we didn't miss it. During the day we wandered my quartier and visited the montparnasse cemetery which was surprisingly beautiful but sad especially when we found a plot for a Jewish family that had all passed in an extermination camp in WWII. I got misty eyed and took a moment for prayer then we headed out in search of happier things. We walked down the main roads in my quartier and saw some cute shops and after having Italian for lunch we wandered to a park near me. It was super pretty  and had free public restrooms ( very hard to find) and ducks. Oh and ponies! Katie was super happy about that. That night we went to have this famous hot chocolate but the line was way too long and we had to get to the horse thing so got soup at the Christmas village that happened to be nearby. The horse show was so neat. It was a ring and the horses and people performed in the middle and all around the circle of seats. It was more than worth the money and we adored it. 


That Sunday I went to Robyn's house early to make thanksgiving lunch since we wanted more of an American meal and on Thursday the school took us out to eat but it was very French. The bistro was adorable but not what we wanted. So we made chicken, mashed potatoes, a makeshift green bean casserole, salad, and Katie bought awesome croissants. It was fun and we hung out for hours though it just ended up being Robyn, me, Katie, Dina, and her friend. The others couldn't make it. But most exciting part of my week... A money! A capuchin monkey lives at Robyn's home stay. Her name is Lola and she likes to make whistly noises at everyone. We went to say hi and apparently she doesn't overly like strangers but while we were chatting she jumped on my shoulder and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I about imploded from happiness. She is adorable and I wish I could have a monkey. 


Sadly after that my days are boring. I have gone to class and feel a hundred times better. I did see a wonderful Pixar exhibit with Katie and Jeremy yesterday and it made us want to watch all the movies. We are all counting the days till we get home. France is different and has exciting moments but it's Christmas time and we all miss our families. In less than two weeks I will be in the states! Whoo!