Bad Romance

Alas, a weekend of no plans beckons (to be fair, I think this is the first time since I arrived), so expect a couple of new posts this weekend as I procrastinate from doing lesson plans and uni work in between catching up on my sleep (I am not feeling these 8am starts). Also, I've found out that being a teacher is actually pretty tiring, even when you're only doing 12 hours a week! But that sounds less than it actually is when you factor in lesson planning, trying to get your health insurance sorted (2 months and counting), and chilling in the staff room trying to chat to the teachers so that you can practice your French (it sounds easier than it is. Talking in French is tiring). But enough of the woe-is-me, that's not why you're here dear reader is it?

So I'll chat about my trip to Paris during half term instead. The French are positively phobic of working too hard, so we got the best part of two weeks holiday from school at the end of October, after I had barely been working for a month. Well if you insist... So I TGV'd it up to Gay Paree - what a wonderful thing the TGV is by the way - to see the lovesick boyf who was wasting away from pining for me (sorry - I know you read this, but it's all artistic license). I'd love to say that we had a beautiful, romantic weekend creating a new chapter of our never-ending love story, but anyone who knows us as a couple or either of us separately will be very aware that this is not us! But that's not to say that we didn't have an amazing time - it just wasn't the way every other couple in Paris seems to be! We did manage to get one (blurry) photo together at the Eiffel Tower , but that's your lot I'm afraid! 

Apart from this one lapse in judgement, we were happily cynical for the rest of the weekend, just enjoying each other's company while sniggering at all the other happy couples and trying to dodge the other tourists (again, harder than it sounds in Paris. They're EVERYWHERE). The highlight was probably finding a champagne cork on the steps of Sacré Coeur on the Sunday morning... But apart from that we tramped around all weekend seeing as much as possible and tiring ourselves out to the point where on the last day we seemed to spend the entire day moving from park bench to park bench just to be able to sit down some more. Cue photos of various places we visited:

I think for me the highlight had to be the Pantheon. I'd never been inside before and it really stunned me - such a beautiful place! Of course, the best bit was that we got in to so many places for free by muttering "moins de 26 ans" - another reason to love the EU. The economy may be going down the sh*tter, but at least we can get into the Louvre for free... On that note, remind me never again to climb ALL those stairs to the top of the Arc de Triomphe... even if it is free. And I might well give the Mona Lisa a miss next time too - she's definitely not all she's cracked up to be, especially when you have to fight through hundreds of tourists blatantly disobeying the "no photographs" signs and desperately trying to get the best shot of what is, let's face it, a tiny painting of a creepy wee woman. There's loads of other cool stuff in the Louvre. Go find it!

I'm running out of space so on that note I shall love you and leave you :) If you're looking for a guide to advise you about where to go in Paris, I'd ask someone else. Or get a guidebook!

Bises,

Sophia xx

PS I really wanted to include this, even though most of you will not really understand why this is so funny, so here it is: the magic pigeon from the Medieval Museum near the Sorbonne. Enjoy!

Big Fish

So Paris can wait - I have a fishy tale to tell, and it's hot off the press (it happened this morning)... It's not really exciting enough to warrant an entire blog post to itself, but hopefully this will go to show just how random my life here is...

To set the scene, in Briey there is a massive artificial lake where the entire town gathers to walk/jog, go fishing or people watch (the French national sport) on sunny days. Especially old people, I've noticed, so I wonder if this is the French equivalent of mall walking. 

It's good fun to go and observe, but be careful not to stand on an old dear's impossibly tiny dog. The French really to seem to go in for small dogs, which never really seem to walk anywhere because they are always being carried by their mammy. On the TGV to Paris I saw a woman with her dog tucked into her cleavage. True story.

But anyways, Carolin and I decided to head down there this morning for a wander because the weather was gorgeous and about halfway round the lake we saw an old guy struggling with his fishing line. There was a bit of a crowd forming (the French are not subtle about their love for people watching) so we decided to join in as well and wait to see what happened. We were there for about ten minutes and I was about to leave because I was convinced the guy had just got his line stuck at the bottom of the lake, when suddenly this HUGE fish came out of the water and was flopped onto the bank. I was reliably informed by someone in the crowd that the fish was a carp, and that it was one of the biggest carp in the lake. Quite a big deal in this town, let me tell you.

Pulling the fish out of the lake

The most unsubtle crowd in the world

Pointing and staring

But fear not, someone else in the crowd explained to me that these fish weren't caught to be eaten. So after everyone had taken as many photos as they wanted to and muttered "c'est énorme" to each other, the fisherman unhooked the poor thing and let it back into the lake, presumably to be caught by someone else an hour later. It was a true Free Willy moment.

Bid for freedom

And so my fishy tale ends well... until the poor bugger gets fooled by someone else's bait and gets pulled up to the surface to be stared at again. A typical Sunday in the French countryside!

City tales next time, je te promets.

Bises,

Sophia xx

Catchup #2 Part 2

And finally, my other great adventure for last month: horse riding in Verdun. I have never ridden before (except for pony rides as a small child), and I'm actually pretty wary of horses, but in my "try everything once" year abroad spirit I agreed to a full afternoon of horse riding around the hills of Verdun with one of the English teachers and her partner. And what an experience it was! I got taught how to saddle up my horse and get her ready to ride, got flung unceremoniously up onto the thing (ripping a borrowed rain coat right down the middle in the process - sorry Aline!) and set off into the wilderness... Which actually turned out to be the former battlefields from WW1, now grown over by forest. We had an amazing afternoon being taught by the farmer who was taking us round about the battle of Verdun and just trying to take in the scale of it. The forests stretch for miles around Verdun, and you can still clearly see the trench lines and the massive craters left by bombs exploding everywhere. The landscape is unbelievable as a consequence: there is no flat land everywhere because it's all been ripped up so many times. It doesn't half make you stop and think about things, believe you me. WW2 is talked about so much, it can be very easy to forget just how devastating WW1 was. But let's not get morose here, this is a cheerful blog! So here's a picture of me on a horse so you can have a good laugh:

Me and Quartz the horse

Me with the lovely farmer and his dog. Don't we look fetching in matching coats?!

Suffice to say that I had a blast, mostly because I was so proud of myself for not falling off, although I paid for it the next day! I had a hunchback for about a week afterwards... The farmer has offered to take us for a full day excursion in the spring when the weather gets better, which I would absolutely love to do (but I might have to buy myself a back brace first)!

I think that's enough for one day, so I'll try and get some more catching up done this week. For a sneak peek, I've got a trip to Paris and showing my dad around the area to come, and that's only  what happened in the last two weeks!

Bisous,

Sophia

Catchup #2

The most difficult part of this is deciding where to start for the next blog! I've done so many different things and been to so many places already that it's hard to know what to talk about first. The thing is as well that lots of things have happened recently that I want to talk about too! I've decided that I'll start with a few choice photos and explain them before I get on to current events... First of all, my trips to Metz (my nearest city):

Porte Serpenoise (basically a pretty gate)

Metz Cathedral

Metz seems pretty cool so far: lots of shops and interesting things to have a nosey at, so there's definitely a lot more to explore there. Another added bonus is that I can get the bus direct from school to Metz, which saves me relying on blagging a lift. The downside to this is that after about half a dozen journeys I still have no idea how much the bus actually costs because I'm charged a different amount every time. I have no idea how or why. The average seems to be 4 euros for the journey to Metz and 1 euro 70 for the return journey (they won't let you buy a return ticket), but I definitely got charged 3 euros 20 last time I went and I HAVE NO IDEA WHY. Hopefully by the end of the year I'll work it out...!

I've also been to Nancy (pronounced Nawncy, fact fans) to meet up with some of the other assistants in the area. It was great craic but it really is amazing to see how Brits who do very well at blending in while on their own suddenly become so much more ignorant/giggly when in the company of other Brits abroad. Apologies to the inhabitants of Nancy who had to put up with our hysterics in the aquarium while we were watching some fish have a fight in their tank (simple things...) But Nancy is a really beautiful city and I have a lot more left to see there too, so I'll have to get another trip down there organised before too long. Another motivation to get down there is the University Erasmus nights out, AKA Operation Stanislash. I haven't been out drinking for a good two months so that one should be interesting...

Place Stanislas

I tried to write some more here about other things I've been up to, but I ran out of space, so I'll have to end here and continue in a new post. Whoops!

To be continued....