Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Un coca light..
Mercredi (Wednesday) is the one day I have an early class, AKA 8:15 A.M. A little too early for a college student who has groomed her schedule to start around 12:00 P.M. (Which means waking up at 11:00ish).
This was far too early. Yet somehow without any breakfast, or coffee or shower I made it to class with the girls and even learned a little bit about "Civilisation" with Professor Chuberre.
This is the last new class to me, which was somewhat exciting. What I mean is that since classes started last Thursday, this is the last class that is new to me.
I like this because it establishes routine. I like routine.
I also like Diet Coke once in a while. Here it's called Coca-Cola Light. (If you're ordering it, you can just order un coca light, however). A delicious pick-me-up and when I saw it at Carrefour this evening, I decided it had been too long since aspartame and I had a tasty exchange.
Considering it's Coca Light I decided to photograph it in the light. Ha ha.
In other food news, I have eaten nearly an entire package of delicious macaroons that were only 1,50 euro at the cheap Super Asya. (So much for losing weight in the land of butter and cream_.
Super Asya is a convenience store that is comparable to Campus Convenience in Keene minus the tobacco products, plus liquor and fresh veggies all the time. Also there's a lot of Asian food that I will never, ever buy.
Also, dinner tonight was pasta, yet again I know, with fried potatoes, onions, tomatoes, garlic, and pesto. Delicious again and again. I'm hoping it will not get old. If it does, however, the salmon that Meagan made last week was a slice of heaven.
It's interesting to me that hard liquor is sold at the grocery store and at the convenience store. It's a fascinating cultural difference between the U.S. and France.
Is the idea in the U.S. that if the liquor is harder to reach people are less likely to go out of their way to acquire it? Because clearly this is something that just doesn't work when thousands upon thousands are involved in drunk driving every year.
In this way, I'd consider the French to be quite blunt. As if they think, might as well put it out there.
This will be followed up on after tomorrow night, when we all brave La Rue de la Soif. I insist upon going because it's going to be fabulous to see our age group in a casual, drunken setting. (AKA the street..)
What is going to be not so fabulous is me (and the other girls I'm sure) in at my 10:15 A.M. class I have on Friday.
Ah, the things you have to give up to experience culture...like the quality of my appearance at 10:00 in the morning after what I hope will be a very late (or early) night.
Before I left, a very intelligent woman told me that if anybody asks you to do something, or go anywhere, you HAVE to do it. Take advantage of every opportunity to go out, meet new people, or go anywhere. Go broke if you must.
I have to admit this was one of the best pieces of advice I have received and really taken to heart for this voyage of sorts. Thanks, Kristy!
And so to take advantage of everything people have asked me to do here, I will now do my homework as my Professor Chevalier has asked.
Bonne nuit tout le monde!