in grenoble, still alive (surprisingly)
some adventures - i will summarize:
- joined the mile-high club. it kicked in as i walked through security..
- met a waiter who got introduced to me by a little girl as 'zizi' (which means, roughly, 'shlong'..)entertaining!
- fought crime! well, bicycle theft. i deserve a cape.
- was abused in a restaurant for having a foreign mom (see below for why people don't think i'm canadian/american/english)
- having at least 3 people think i was spanish(?) and then getting.. gasp... tons of compliments on my french!! what?! a compliment? from a FRENCH PERSON? on my FRENCH ACCENT?!?!? nom de la rose, c'est sidérant..
- got strep throat less than a week after arriving! but the doctor was really friendly and let me play with her really hard puzzle while we waited for the results. like the hypochondriacs french people are, i proceeded to get a prescription for 4 things i didn't need and 1 thing i did (antibiotics).
- getting to deal with lame-mom (eg: requires my assistance in setting up her phone account but then interrupts me every 2 minutes with either a complaint that i'm not telling her everything the lady is saying, or that i'm wrong.. for what, i don't know..)
- getting to spend time with awesome-mom (eg: when i got a headache and can barely see, much less function/wayfind normally - she just took me home and let me sleep while she got groceries.. how cool is that?)
- played telephone tag with my future roommate and figured out that as i was on the computer in a hotel lobby, he was staying in the same hotel, calling me from upstairs!
that's all for now, will update more fun things later.. as it is i'm tired and stupid and sick so this has a more negative feel than my stay really has.
LOVE AND HUGS AND lITTLE HAPPY BUGS,
joanna
ps. i am a magnet for nothing but dirty old men and construction workers. where is my sex appeal??
maybe it's cuz french men are more feminine and well-groomed than i am.. (true)
- joined the mile-high club. it kicked in as i walked through security..
- met a waiter who got introduced to me by a little girl as 'zizi' (which means, roughly, 'shlong'..)entertaining!
- fought crime! well, bicycle theft. i deserve a cape.
- was abused in a restaurant for having a foreign mom (see below for why people don't think i'm canadian/american/english)
- having at least 3 people think i was spanish(?) and then getting.. gasp... tons of compliments on my french!! what?! a compliment? from a FRENCH PERSON? on my FRENCH ACCENT?!?!? nom de la rose, c'est sidérant..
- got strep throat less than a week after arriving! but the doctor was really friendly and let me play with her really hard puzzle while we waited for the results. like the hypochondriacs french people are, i proceeded to get a prescription for 4 things i didn't need and 1 thing i did (antibiotics).
- getting to deal with lame-mom (eg: requires my assistance in setting up her phone account but then interrupts me every 2 minutes with either a complaint that i'm not telling her everything the lady is saying, or that i'm wrong.. for what, i don't know..)
- getting to spend time with awesome-mom (eg: when i got a headache and can barely see, much less function/wayfind normally - she just took me home and let me sleep while she got groceries.. how cool is that?)
- played telephone tag with my future roommate and figured out that as i was on the computer in a hotel lobby, he was staying in the same hotel, calling me from upstairs!
that's all for now, will update more fun things later.. as it is i'm tired and stupid and sick so this has a more negative feel than my stay really has.
LOVE AND HUGS AND lITTLE HAPPY BUGS,
joanna
ps. i am a magnet for nothing but dirty old men and construction workers. where is my sex appeal??
maybe it's cuz french men are more feminine and well-groomed than i am.. (true)