La Rosiere

Trip Start Dec 10, 2008
Trip End Jan 15, 2009

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Saturday, December 13, 2008

Today was my first full day in France. I was able to sleep in while Jessica
went to school. School starts at 8am here, and I woke up at 8:30. I lay in
bed for another hour before I went on msn with dad. It felt so weird that
my day was just starting, whilst his was just finishing.
I got up and went upstairs. Martine made me breakfast and then we went out
to see the station. It was beautiful. It is exactly what you imagine
Santa's village in the North Pole would look like; everything covered in
snow, perfect-looking buildings and big, snowy oak trees. It is very
picturesque. It almost looked fake, it was so perfect.
I went to hire skis. The shops here are much quieter than back home. The
ski-hire shop, which in Australia would be very busy (even in a season with
a quarter of the amount of snow here), I was the only customer. I got
fitted with everything, including a helmet.
It was freezing. At midday, it was -6C and I was thankful that I took my
ski jacket. The roads are all covered with snow, as they don't have a snow
plough that goes up there. The snow plough only does the roads on the way
up the mountain. My host parents told me last night not to be worried if I
heard a loud bomb-like noise this morning, as it was just explosives to
create an avalanche, and it's totally normal. that is the way that they clear
the roads here. The roads on the way up to La Rosiere are also really
narrow, and often cars have to go completely out of their lane to turn a
corner. They still drive pretty fast despite this and the fact that the
roads are wet and sometimes icy. They also don't have barriers or a fence
on the road to stop your car rolling down the mountain, like we do in
Australia. It's really interesting for me to find these differences, as I
have just started driving back home.
One the way back, we dropped in to see Jessica's other grandmother. She was
so nice. She asked how my family was and told me that she had seen pictures
of everyone. I met her cat, Balou, and I patted it even though I don't
really like cats.or dogs.or birds.
I had lunch back at the apartment with Martine. She made fish with beans
and fresh bread. After that, she served fruit, apple puree and biscuits.
This was all for two. It has been most interesting to see the differences
in food between Australia and France. Jessica noted before that in
Australia, we eat whatever for breakfast, a little for lunch and a big
dinner, but in France we have a big breakfast, a big lunch and a big
dinner. They also have bread with every meal. Food is a huge part of their
We went out shopping to pick up some groceries. We had to do it in Bourg-
Saint-Maurice, the little village that is where I will go to school as La
Rosiere does not have a supermarket. The supermarket had both clothes and
food, which was unusual.
I went to the school to pick up Jessica and to make sure that I am on the
list for the school canteen for Monday. The school was small, compared to
mine, and kind of reminded me of a hospital. I have no idea why, but it
did. I think that it's because the walls were pretty bare, it was quiet,
and didn't have a playground or courtyard that I could see. I got to meet
Jessica's friends after school for a few minutes, and I quickly caught up
with one of the boys who came out to Australia in July, Brice. We went back
to the apartment and then went out again to change Jessica's skis.
Once we got back we played French board games, one called Rolito and one
called Triominoes (like dominoes but in triangular shapes). I don't play
board games that often, so it was pretty fun. Jessica and I had hula-
hooping competitions which I failed miserably at, but we were both laughing
really hard.
Dinnertime had a lot of food, as usual, and we watched TV in the
background. It was late by then, so I went downstairs to go to bed.
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katemel on

From Bunyip
'I went down to bed' does sound strange - most people go UPSTAIRS to bed. Unless you are a servant - they sometimes go downstairs!!!! Sounds like you are in for a fun time. Possibly, don't take any driving lessons over there! We like you as you are. Love Aunty Kate

amyfisher on

Re: From Bunyip
It is strange, going down to bed especially when my bedroom is upstairs at home!

amyfisher on

Re: :)
I would've loved to have taken you in my suitcase. But uni can still be done together overseas!
Thanks for reading my blogs it's so nice to see all the comments at night.

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