Sometimes, it's just one of those days

Do you ever have a day where you just can't take it anymore (giving a very vast and vague definition to the word "it"--whatever the case may be)?  Well, today is one of those days.  After 8 hours straight (with an hour and half lunch break of course--the French LOVE to take the time to eat) of sitting and listening to French explanations of computer terms...I had had enough for the day.  Earlier in the week, I had planned to take the train to Nantes Thursday night (tonight) and have an aperitif with Pauline, the friend with whom I lived during the first summer I spent in France, because I haven't seen her in ages!  Unfortunately I had to call her after my class (around 5:30pm) to tell her that I wasn't coming back tonight until Friday early afternoon.  My brain needs a rest and so does my nervous system--keeping track of this, keeping track of that, applying for an internship, speaking/writing/listening/living French 24/7.  So, what do French women do (and pretty much all women for that matter)?  They buy shoes.

Sometimes, you just gotta do it...for sanity's sake.

So continue where I left off from my last blog, we all said in a hotel that night after the wedding.  It was SO nice to sleep in a big comfy bed, with clean sheets and towels, a hot shower in the morning, and a TV!  The boys watched the France vs. Canada rugby match that morning at 10am, in their pj's, drinking yes you guessed it, whisky.  I didn't know that 10am is also another time for the aperitif in France! Haha.

That Sunday after the wedding, we had lunch at Benoit's parents house.  His mother was so excited to host us because she was prepare the chicken that she picked up herself from the farm and had it freshly plucked and slaughtered.  I think that you need not a further comment...it was the best chicken I have ever tasted.

Another recap: Curious George is no more.  Now, George is a 30 year old asian man who is receiving a scholarship from his accounting firm in Tawain to learn French (at least that is what is understood).  He is moving out on my birthday because him and the woman from whom we are renting the apartment, do not get along.  You can smell the frustration between the two as soon as you enter the appartment.  George speaks a few words of French (mais pas beaucoup); however, he knows enough English to get by.  The woman speaks minimal English; therefore, it is almost impossible for them to communicate.  He lives like a slob and keeps a rice-cooker next to his bed.  Obviously, being messy and having an asian rice-cooker that most likely uses 75% of the electricity in the house do not do well in French society.  Apparently, there will be a 20 year old chinese girl moving in on October 1st.  We will see how that goes.

Well, I am very "pooped" to say the least.  Love you all and think of you often :)