Ibis - Lyon (Nord)

... from outside to help it burn. Michel is mounting the Christmas tree that Julie insisted I pick out because I worked at a Christmas tree farm and that makes me an expert in her eyes J . Julie is running around the house with rosy cheeks from the fire and I am tapping away at my computer happy to be spending this late afternoon with my family.

After lasts nights great festivities at la fete de lumieres I woke up today in a great mood and got ...

... off that, which made the whole experience very nice. I even asked for more water and the bill myself, rather than making Lis use her (far superior) French.

That night we were pretty tired, Lis cooked again and we ended up watching some Pride and Prejudice in French (with English subtitles for me).

In the morning Lis took me to a beautiful park which had a series of themed glasshouses and an absolutely massive lake. It was pretty cold, but very clear. Actually, I ...

... women. Basically this says that we are all different and that no women are the same and that they all don't fall into the stereotype I am about to talk about.

So I have always been the impatient one in the family. It was Alysha who had more patience with Jenna and it was Alysha who could keep her mouth shut to my mother and people in general. I am not ashamed that I speak my mind, I am proud but I admit that it wouldn’t hurt to have more ...

... t exist here) and I wish I could go to a 21 and older bar, just because, I am happy here. I think I have gotten past the initial honeymoon phase, then the culture shock which is followed by homesickness and now I am living and enjoying. Whether it’s a Saturday night out with the friends or Saturday night in with the family right now is mon vie en France and attend of the year I will return home to my friends, family, love and my country.

Unti next time Xoxox

... Family problems at home, employee issues here. School is hard because French is hard, I am digestively sick and can’t eat the amazing French food without feeling sick, I have put on a few lbs and well I am full of ****. All that as far as I know sucks! So why am I not feeling down in the dumps about it? Who knows, but I am not gonna waste my time wondering why. I am going to just be grateful ...

... joking about American stereotypes and making fun or our accents. It doesn't bother me too much because I'd make fun of us too. So that night we actually crashed at Renaud's place. Clement and Renaud were heading to Paris on friday so I had to stay with Clements friend Valentin.
Although I woke up late I was able to see most of Tours on friday because it is a very small city. I took the bus from Clements place into the city and it dropped me in front of the Hotel de Ville and ...

... the house. Not because I want to get away
from the family, but because I wanted to free myself of the feeling that
everything I do is being observed. I want to be able to just sit on the couch
and hang out without feeling like I am being lazy. Julie doesn’t always want to
play, in fact she is content playing with the neighbors, doing stuff alone or
watching this horse show she is obsessed with.
So I don’t see the purpose in my ...

... affordable, even though we have them in the US its like the equivalent to our Forver21. Its where everybody goes. So feeling good with my new clothes and sever different outfits to mix and match I spot another store. Zara! Oh I just want to look.

So look I did and out I walked with a new winter coat. It’s a nice thick coat in a beige color and it has a belt that I can cinch which is good because coats are hard to fit around my waist. So I am now ready ...

... up buying a cheap umbrella before heading across the River Saone to continue our exploration of Vieux Lyon (Old Lyon). Due to the rain, the time-polished stones of the narrow, cobbled streets took on a nice sheen which accentuated their texture even more. One of the exciting activities you can do in Vieux Lyon is to go “trabouling”. According to the “ In Lyon” information booklet, the word ...

... qu'il parle à ses collègues sur sa radio pour s'informer, l'attente que je subis est dévorante... finalement, c'est bel et bien mon foutu petit sac bleu et noir qu'ils ont retrouvés, et rien n'y manque à l'intérieur ; en repartant des Théâtres, je le montre aux étudiantes anglophones, pour leur signifier que je l'ai retrouvé, elles applaudissent, le pouce en l'air, et un sourire fixé sur les lèvres, je quitte pour une seconde fois les lieux, maudissant cependant mon ...