Le sigh...!
I don't want to leave and you can't make me! I don't want to leave France!
But I do but I don't but I do but I don't. I just want to get the leaving process over with! This week has gone on forever and all too quickly at the same time. I really love France, but it's not my home, so I am anxious to return to a place that I can call home, but on the other hand, I am just really sad about leaving everything I love about it, especially my friends. I can tell that I will feel pretty culture shocked for awhile. My friends last semester said that they still can't get over how many fat people there are in America, and how people will just go out into public in sweats, pajamas, and pretty revealing clothing (NOT acceptable here!), but I have a feeling my problems will run just slightly deeper than that! I will miss the little lifestyle I've created for myself here. . . except for my dorm room, of course.
I had my hair cut at an adorable salon yesterday. The hair dresser said that he had lived in Barcelona, Mexico, and Ireland, but he was born in Caen, so he was fascinating to talk to. He took so much care and pride in what he did, and talked about how much he loved each place he has lived in, and how much he appreciates his little shop in Caen, which sits on the loveliest street and has a view of the castle. Later on Daniel and I went souvenir shopping for our family. I bought confiture au lait de Calvados (basically a spread similar to sweetened condensed milk or caramel with a bit of this region's famous liquor in it) and some crepe spreaders. The lady at the store said, "Oh, this are for flipping crepes, but they can also be for spanking!" Um, thanks but no thanks!
But I do but I don't but I do but I don't. I just want to get the leaving process over with! This week has gone on forever and all too quickly at the same time. I really love France, but it's not my home, so I am anxious to return to a place that I can call home, but on the other hand, I am just really sad about leaving everything I love about it, especially my friends. I can tell that I will feel pretty culture shocked for awhile. My friends last semester said that they still can't get over how many fat people there are in America, and how people will just go out into public in sweats, pajamas, and pretty revealing clothing (NOT acceptable here!), but I have a feeling my problems will run just slightly deeper than that! I will miss the little lifestyle I've created for myself here. . . except for my dorm room, of course.
I had my hair cut at an adorable salon yesterday. The hair dresser said that he had lived in Barcelona, Mexico, and Ireland, but he was born in Caen, so he was fascinating to talk to. He took so much care and pride in what he did, and talked about how much he loved each place he has lived in, and how much he appreciates his little shop in Caen, which sits on the loveliest street and has a view of the castle. Later on Daniel and I went souvenir shopping for our family. I bought confiture au lait de Calvados (basically a spread similar to sweetened condensed milk or caramel with a bit of this region's famous liquor in it) and some crepe spreaders. The lady at the store said, "Oh, this are for flipping crepes, but they can also be for spanking!" Um, thanks but no thanks!