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I arrived in America as soon as I got on the plane at Charles de Gaulle when I returned to communicating in English and dollars. My inner clock is still in Nantes though- I can't seem to sleep in past 5:45 no matter when I go to bed. And I haven't stopped talking about France. I really did fall in love with it and some times I even sound like a French nationalist. Socialism isn't so bad right? Above all I'll miss the language, and of course the friends I made. Still I catch myself reacting to people with a pardon, oui or merci. Luckily as soon as I got in to my room, I was welcomed by my collection Parisian posters and french adds.
The green and gold fire hydrants and the urban sprawl of Green Bay doesn't really do it for me, but I love being surrounded by the solidarity of my fellow packer fans. Familiar faces and mom's meals definitely have their appeal. France will always have a place in my heart, but home is home. It's nice to be able to wear my pajamas out to the mailbox and eat dinner with the fam on the deck.
It's so strange to think that the semester is over and all of my experiences will morph into memories. Wonderful memories.

Au revoir Nantes

Until we meet again.
After a wonderful boat cruise along the Erdre, a final tour of Nantes, it’s time for me to say good bye. It’s so strange to think that my semester abroad has come to a close, but I know I’ll be back. I have to come back so I’ll find a way some how. I have really been swept of my feet by the contagious French charm of Nantes. It’s late as I stumble home, and the cobblestone streets make me wish I had ditched my heels—but I can’t imagine Nantes without cobblestone pedestrian streets. I walk out of centre ville, my heels clicking as I pass the softly lit chateau and I can’t imagine moving back to a place where ‘old’ architecture is from the 1800’s! I can’t even picture a highway, nonetheless imagine driving a car. Living so far away from home has been hard, but when I look back at the time I spent here and it seems like a dream. France is like a drug, and I’m hooked. I love watching the people—as they sleekly strut down the boulevards never missing a beat, not even to light up a ‘clope’. I’ll miss the three hour meals and strolling through the beautiful parks on my walks to school. Above all, I know I’ll miss the language. I absolutely need to find a way to incorporate it into my life in the states however I can manage. Anyway, I hope to be seeing you all soon enough on the other side of the Atlantic.
<3 Bisous! <3

Baguettes

I LOVE BAGUETTES! I don't know how I will live without them and so I have written a limerick in their honor

Nothing beats the perfect crunch,
Satisfying any urge to munch
Add a slice of Brie or Camembert
Or Roquefort, if you dare.
Indulge for breakfast, dinner, or lunch!

Seriously though, you guys don't know what your missing

Provence a velo

I just got back from what was probably the best vacation of my life! Short but perfectly sweet: a bike trip through Provence.
It all started with Phillipe, a petit bicycle shop owner who maintained his 'tough' biker attitude by wearing bicycle duds, complete with shoulder and knee padding, from head to toe. After a few of Phillipe's words of wisdom and 6 of his bikes we left Camion and were surrounded by the Provencal countryside within 6km.
What we saw over the next 3 days cannot really be described in words, but I'll give it a try. C'est trop belle!
The first day started off with more or less low countryside. We rode from one beautiful hilltop village to the next. From the peak of one ville you could make out the next, crowning the hill in the distance. By the end of the day we were riding up a steep canyon as the opposing face of the canyon gradually disappeared and we were left with a breathtaking view of the low country villages and vinyards.
And so the trip continued with climbing and descending, the hills eventually becoming mountains and the valleys filled with blossoming cherry orchards and lavender fields.
The air was thick with the ripe smell of the fresh blossoms. Wisteria is the only one I can name. Fresh markets with honey and olives could be found in each town and the vineyards with free tasting littered the countryside.
I can't deny that the biking was intense. 50km a day of mountain biking was definitely more 'sportif' than I had expected, but it was a small price to pay for experiencing Provence. I wouldn't have it any other way!

Vie de Merde

"Life of Shit"

I would like to dedicate this post to one of my more embarrassing moments which happend recently, over spring break, in Lyon.

After hours around the city without toilets as usual, it's time to pee asap. I find a Starbucks in Lyon (the first I’ve seen in France) and rush to the bathroom before ordering a coffee. The Starbucks is packed and the line is practically going out the door. Take care of business as usual. As I exit the bathroom stall the hipster frenchie next to me gives me the one over and then gives me a cockily amused glance. I don’t really think anything of it and I meet Shana halfway through the line. Luckily I'm able to cut in near the front of the line. It is not until after I order my coffee that the guy behind me says to me, in French,
“Excuse me Mademoiselle, but I think you have a technical problem with your skirt.”
Turns out, my skirt was tucked up into my tights and I was bearing my ass to all the people I had cut in front of. Vie de merde :(

Hopefully it atleast made you smile!
Love
Lauren

Lazy Friday

Lazy Fridays in Nantes have become a loved and devoutly honoured tradition for me. I am done with class at noon and then the weekend officially begins. After meeting with some friends after class, we construct our picnic. Friday picnic consists of a fresh baguette, fromage—sometimes even from a local fromagerie if we are feeling extra lux, maybe a tomato, and a bottle of local wine. We wander semi-aimlessly around the city in sight of the perfect picnic spot. Sunshine is definitely a necessity, an influx of French people to watch, and a place for us to sit down and spread out. Voila, the recipe for a perfect Friday afternoon. C’est absolument parfait!

Obviously picnics are not exclusively a French tradition, but the afternoon vibes here make it seem like such an obvious thing to do. What could be more important than enjoying a beautiful day in good company, savouring the delicate taste of brie—or the not so delicate taste of Roquefort on fresh, crusty bread.

Rainy day haiku

Dear comrades,
Hello. The weather here has been quite stormy recently, rendering my a little sad and homesick. I have written some haiku for you to express some of my recent days.

Swallowing the sun
the clouds feast for days and then
a thunderous burp

Backwards umbrella
Victim of furious wind
Stays erect for life

Optimistic girl
wears sunglasses on her head
unprepared for snow

Baguette: crisp crust crunch
Bolt home for lunch between drops
Baguette: soft, sad, soaked

La greve continues

I tried to go to class today. When I got to la fac (the university), there was the usual bustle-clusters of chain smokers perched just outside of the academic buildings,students socializing and eating their breakfast on the stairs approaching the amphitheaters, and social activists with long dreadlocks posting signs and talking dynamically amongst themselves in the corridors. The only difference was that all of the classrooms and amphitheaters were locked, and there were no teachers to be seen. Everyone at la fac seemed to know the drill except me and another exchange student (she was Hungarian) who waited patiently for the teacher to arrive. Finally we decided to go to the department bulletin board to see what was up, and sure enough, on a lovely lavender flier there was an announcement that teachers from all departments would be having a meeting today to discuss the continuation of la greve and so all classes would be canceled.

Will la greve continue?? Who knows. For the next week there is supposed to be a student blockade preventing students and teachers from getting in to the academic buildings...I guess I'll find out on Monday what that's all about. Also, I talked to a french university student last week who told me that once a student blockade successfully shut down the university for 6 continuous weeks. Apparently that was years ago though, I guess all I can do for now is wait and see. And take advantage of my extra free time!

Miss you and love you!

Lauren

Protest Impersonator

Quartier Bouffet seemed unusually tranquil as Caitlin and I lazily meandered through les rues Thursday afternoon. All of my university classes for the day had been canceled because of la grève-a nationwide strike. Thus far I had been a little disappointed with la grève: All of the trams were running, the shops we’re open, and the city was peaceful. But just as we left the quarter and turned onto the main rue, I felt the change. Finally there were people, a steady stream of them was heading towards centre ville. Caitlin and I exchanged excited glances and I suppressed a shriek of excitement, as we followed the flow to the demonstration. As we drew nearer, the crowd thickened and voices rose. There were vans haphazardly parked throughout the city’s main boulevard, signs and flags were waving high above the crowd. The sea of people—now virtually shoulder to shoulder—extended for hundreds of meters! Cries from the crowd could be heard above the beating French reggae. Bottle rockets and cap guns fired sporadically, sometimes they were far away, and sometimes they were a little too close for comfort. Up until this point, I had tried to act natural and stick out too much as a tourist, but now I couldn’t help but whip out my camera, this was all way too exciting to go undocumented!

Lycée and university students were there protesting the decaying educational standards. (The French are very proud of their exceptional and rigorous public education system). Les fonctionnaires (government employees) were protesting the diminishing hours and salaries provided par l’état. Many were there to cry out for help and unionization to get through the economic crisis. Others filled the space and gave moral support to their fellow countrymen, there were old men and women, children, and even mothers with babies in strollers were present! One group of dramatic protesters especially intrigued me. A group of ‘secret service’ agents were leading a black car where 'Caesar' Nicholas Sarkozy was waving to his followers. In his right hand, he was holding the media (which consisted of a man tied up as a hostage inside of an empty television set) on a leash. His followers were wearing sheep masks, nodding their heads and baaahaha-ing obediently. Caitlin and I got swept along with the fifty or so sheep that were following his parade so we decided to go along with the protest for a tour around the block. I can’t say I really follow French politics nor do I have any sort of row with Sarkozy, but it was absolutely thrilling to join the protest either way. The only way I would have felt more French was if I had been smoking a cigarette. What a great day! It may have even been more exciting than a snow day.

I did have to walk home though. No trams. I didn’t have to worry about getting lost though since I could just walk the tracks the whole way home along with the real frenchies :)

Some things never change...

I was supposed to visit Mont St. Michel yesterday with the IES group, but I messed up my alarm and didn't wake up until 8...the bus left at 7:45. Unfortunately, I didn't have X-tina to come knock on my door and get me out bed to catch the bus :(

Also, I left the house in a frenzy Friday morning and couldn't find my cell phone (sound familiar?). So I left without it on the day that they happened to be doing cell phone safety checks, thus failing the safety check. Oh merde.

So I just wanted to let you know that I have managed to remain forgetful and flustered even in a foreign country. Some things never change...